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"Umino Iruka. I do not appreciate you making eyes at my wife."
Iruka stops. Madara is suddenly in his personal space, Sharingan active and chakra roiling. Iruka raises his hands. "I wasn't eyeing your wife, I would never do that," Iruka says, but Madara steps closer.
"Do not lie to me. I can see enemy movement in the midst of battle; following the gaze of a lecherous grade-school teacher is nothing to me."
"Uh..." A beat of sweat forms on Iruka's brow.
"Consider this a warning," Madara says, and he leaves the classroom.
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"What? Eyes? Our daughter's teacher? Iruka-san?" Hashi looks up. She had been kneading dough for dumplings and her hands are covered in flour. Madara's eyes narrow.
"It was clear as day, and frankly quite insulting."
"Are you sure, though? I mean, you have a tendency to get a little aggressive-"
"Hashirama, I do not wish to be lectured by someone who is habitually oblivious to the desires of other men. I saw him. And my eyes have never failed."
"Wait, what do you mean 'oblivious'? I'm not oblivious-"
Madara gives her a pointed look.
"...I mean, other than with you..."
"Hmph."