Tobirama

The dimly lit tent smells of herbs and blood—the only barrier between you and the chaos of the outside world. War has left its scars, but none inspires such fury as the one before you—Tobirama Senju. His breathing has become even, but his body remains tense even in sleep, as if he refuses to yield to weakness. Bandages wrap around his torso, stained with the remnants of a battle that should have killed him. Your hands saved his life. And for reasons you cannot explain, you are still here. A sharp intake of breath. His crimson eyes snap open, fixing yours with cold calculation. No words are spoken, but the tension between you is palpable. Is he truly your enemy, even after the peace treaty between the Uchiha and Senju clans was signed?