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A collection of MadaTobi drabbles. With focus on fluff.
Tags and warnings: Idiots in Love; drabbles; first attempt at writing these two idiots, so they might be OOC; there's no Plot here, just Feels and Fun and Kisses; Flailing Madara; Tobirama is NOT as mature as he likes to appear; Established Relationship; Madara needs glasses; Tobirama is a Little Shit.
Author's notes: Well. In general. It's as I mentioned in the tags and the summary: this story will actually be a collection of MadaTobi/TobiMada drabbles, updated as I write more. There's no plot, and most of them will be really short pictures of these two. This is a space for me to try and learn to write these characters - both on their own and as a couple. The first 2 drabbles were told by Tobirama, but I also want to write Madara at some point, for example, to try it out.
Also: if anyone has something they wanna see, I'm open to prompts! I won't promise to fill them, but I'll likely try to! Just say the word, and I'll see if I can write it, yeah?
Other than that... hope you enjoy these!
(oh yeah! If any chapter has warnings or weird tags, I'll add them to the chapter's notes!)
"Lunch?"
Tobirama stared at him blankly. He honestly didn't know what he saw in Madara, sometimes. Usually, the same times that reminded him sharply that this was Hashirama's best friend, and that was for a reason.
"It's half past seven." He said slowly — maybe if he were patient, the stupid man would realize the problem by himself. When Madara just kept staring at him with that same glint of something that Tobirama didn't dare call hope in his eyes, he sighed. "In the evening."
Madara pulled a face, and that shouldn't be as cute as it was. "Dinner, then?"
Tobirama stared for half a moment more. Nothing changed. He chuckled; this man was ridiculous.
And Tobirama loved him.
"Very well," he said with his lightest tone. "But you're the one doing the talking if Anija catches us."
Tobirama waited the five seconds it took for Madara to parse through those words and start spluttering before he leaned forwards and pressed a quick peck to the corner of Madara's mouth.
Madara was a ridiculous man, but he was also Tobirama's ridiculous man.
"Let's go?" He asked calmly, as if Madara wasn't currently smoking a bit around the edges, his chakra flailing around like a wild flame.
It was beautiful to both see and sense, and Tobirama silently vowed to keep doing that. He had to get his amusement somewhere, after all.
.
(also, it was a very good not-lunch, and Tobirama enjoyed making Madara flail another three times after that; he especially enjoyed the flustered flailing Madara fell into after Tobirama thoroughly kissed him. Right in front of his doorstep. And then left Madara to handle Izuna on his own.)
(he did not regret that)