The banging on his door made him lift his eyes in annoyance. When he opened it, he was a little surprised to see your pissed expression.

“Why did you even come to the school if you were just going to leave! I thought you said you’d always protect me!!”

It was childish to hold him to that. You knew full well. His very presence caused you nothing but heartache. But the thought of him transferring to the university just meant that your distance would grow. You would truly lose him. The realization hit you like a brick. Madara closed the door.

“Calm down. Didn’t you say you could handle yourself.”

Now he listens.

You gripped your bag.

“You’re a liar, Sensei.” His eyes hardened at the accusation.

It was a cheap shot.

“YOU’RE A LIAR!!!” YOU HAVE TO PROTECT ME! YOU HAVE TO-”

You grunt when your back is suddenly pressed to the wall. Your bag has fallen from your hands. You stare, unable to utter a single word. Those red eyes had you pinned in your spot. Madara has both your hands bound at the side of your head.

“I am protecting you.” His tone sounds lower than before.

“We’re not children. I can’t stay with you forever. Especially when I’m the one who can be the potential threat. “ Your eyes shook.

“H-How could you ever be a threat to me..”

He moves closer, and you almost hold your breath.

“Because of my feelings for you.”

It’s a whisper. A part of you thinks this is some illusion. You’ve longed to hear him say or even show you that he cared for you much more than the little sister of his best friend.

“I’m your Sensei, I shouldn’t feel this way. You’re my student. Hashirama’s little sister.” he grits his teeth. You can see the conflict in his eyes as he looks at you.

“When I look at you it’s hard for me to accept that we’ll never be much more than that. No matter how much I want it. How much I need it."

His breath brushes your ear and you tremble.

“I am the biggest danger to you, especially when we’re alone like this.” 

His lips nip at your ear and you have to force yourself not to make a sound.

Walking back to Madara’s place that afternoon is very interesting. Your intention was to merely stop by and pick up the clothing you’d left there overnight. 

In a lot of ways you just needed to get out of the house. Hashirama was having his little pity parties every few seconds and Tobirama’s glare could split a mountain in half. You’re so invested in your thoughts that you barely process that you’re standing at his door.

“Are you having second thoughts?”

It’s an observation from Madara. You blink, looking up. His back is facing you, hand on the door knob.

“If you decided that this was all a mistake, I would respect that.” His hand tightens on the knob, and he pulls it open quickly, stepping inside. You follow, closing the door. He still doesn’t look at you.

“Would you give up on me, just walk away?”

“I would if that’s what would make you happy.”

There he goes again.

“What about what makes you happy?”

“That’s not-”

You hug him from behind, and his body tenses.

“You’re not responsible for my happiness Madara. It’s selfless of you to live so willingly for someone else. But the moment that becomes a hindrance to your own happiness, then it’s no longer worth it. I’m old enough to deal with certain things. So for once, I want you to be selfish. What do you want, Madara?”

His shoulders sag, and you pull back as he turns slowly.

“I want you.”

Color adorns your cheeks, and you play with your fingers.

“Alright then.”

You liked the more honest side of him. You send him a smile. He steps closer and that blush darkens when his palm rests on your cheek. You almost jump at the contact.

“M-Mada-”

You only manage a squeal. His lips are on yours in a matter of seconds. Madara pushes you to the door, and you grip at the shoulder of his sleeve as you fight to regain your breath. His lips are moving so desperately against your own that it’s making your knees weak. Your brows knit together.

His breathing is staggering, Every time he parts to gather a breath, his lips return with just as much need. Your fingers gravitate to his long hair and you tug, Madara moans, nibbling at your lips. You open your mouth unconsciously, and he swallows up the little gasp you let out.

Nothing could have truly prepared you for this moment. In a lot of ways you’ve anticipated it. But it is crazy how much better reality is. All those years of pining had led to this.

This time when Madara pulls back, he’s panting. So are you. Your head falls on his shoulder, still trying to regain some control over your body. You need more than a few moments. Madara runs a hand through your hair, closing his eyes as he inhales deeply, hugging you closer.

“I’m..sorry..”

It’s a mumble, he’s still a bit breathless.

“It’s alright..”

How could you ever be mad at something like this? You’d completely forgotten the reason you came in the first place.

“That was my first.”

He’s relieved. The thought of someone else kissing you, touching you, it’s not something he likes.

“I’ll try..to be more selfish.”

You smile at the bashful way he says it.

“Sensei is a Tsundere.”

“I’M NOT!!”

“Uchiha.”

You’ve seen this look on Tobirama before. This time however, it feels amplified.

“N-Ni-san it’s not what you-”

He seems to move quicker than you can speak. Because in an instant he’s right in front of you, grabbing Madara by his shirt as he shoves him to the wall. Madara grunts, but he doesn’t fight back.

“S-Stop it!”

“He was taking advantage of you.”

“N-No he wasn’t!!” 

Tobirama still has him pressed to the wall.

“You’ve never liked me. Even from the beginning. All because of some bad blood in our family years ago. You're a simple minded fool Tobirama."

That’s not what your brother wants to hear. Tobirama raises his fist, and you panic when it’s aimed at Madara. If it were to collide, you have no doubt it would leave a bruise. That fist slams right into the wall. All you can truly do is stare at the indent right next to Madara’s head. He hadn’t even flinched. Tobirama removes his bloodied knuckles.

“If you come near my sister again, I will not miss.”

He releases his hold, taking your hand as he storms out the room. You reach for Madara, but you’re being tugged away.

All you can do is watch.

~

Tobirama barely says a word to the entire trip back. You know him well enough to understand when he’s angry. When you returned, the first thing he did was try to reach Hashirama. Phone in hand, his harsh glare is directed at the wall.

“Hashirama we need to talk.”

“We will as soon as I get back from the trip, Ja ne!”

The cell phone hung up on the other side, and Tobirama’s eyes moved back in your direction. You were seated in the living room. Legs folded under your lap. It felt stifling, being here.

“Do you understand how serious this situation is?”

“He didn’t do anything wrong. I was the one who grabbed him. If anyone is responsible it’s me."

“He had no right. You’re his student.”

“Even if he wasn’t a teacher, you still wouldn’t approve.” 

Tobirama is quiet.

“I don’t understand why, maybe I’m just young and naive. But if being an adult means getting cold, stubborn and resentful, then I hope that I never grow up. You’re so blinded by your own selfish views that you can’t see I’m in pain. ”

His red eyes are as blank as usual. But you spot the subtle change.

Regret.

“Whether you approve or not, I love Madara.”

Tobirama’s eyes widened.

“I’ll be eighteen in a year. By then, he’ll be twenty-three. If he still has feelings for me when I graduate, if we both still feel the same way then I’m going to be with him. There is nothing you can do to stop me. I’ll be a woman, and I won’t have to follow in the footsteps of the person I thought was such a great role model.” 

You stand, and Tobirama is at a loss of what to say.

“I’ll be in my room for the remainder of the night. I’d prefer if you left me alone, Tobirama.” 

The use of his name is enough. He knows you’re upset. He grips your hand before you can get out of reach.

“Don’t test me brother.”

“I screwed up.”

He lectured himself a million times to avoid being impulsive. But he’d failed miserably. His eyes drift to the window. The soft droplets hitting the glass.

“It’s raining..”

The memories that followed were ones he treasured.

“Come on we’re gonna get yelled at again, hurry up!!”

“I’m going as fast as I can Dara-kun!”

You were running behind him, but it’s obvious he has an advantage. When the rain began to fall, his frown deepened. The sound of thunder erupting made you flinch, and Madara only turned when he realized you were no longer following behind.

“(Y-Y/N)!!” He cursed, looking left and right.

“Damn it Tobirama’s gonna kill me.”

He rushed back, stopping at a small shed. Behind the chair, you were kneeling, hands over your ears. You were trembling. Not from the rain that left you drenched, but the echoing of another loud boom in the sky. Madara walked over carefully.

“Hey, it’s just noise, quit being a baby.”

“I-I’m not a baby!! I’m already ten years old!!” You wore a defiant look, which changed immediately at the flash of lightning, followed by another blast of thunder. You buried your face into your knees crying.

Madara dropped to his knees, moving closer.

“Never really seen her cry before.”

You were more of a free spirit. Even that time you’d fallen off the tree, you’d pretty much brushed it off with a grin. He didn’t understand why this was something you feared. He reached out, and you jumped. When you looked up, your tearful gaze tugged at his heart. You sniffed.

“I-I’m scared Dara-kun..” 

You were sobbing softly and Madara bit his lip. He dropped down, sitting as he pulled you into a hug. You’d tumbled right into his chest and Madara held on, looking directly at you.

“I promise I’ll never let anything hurt you (Y/N). If the thunder gets here I’ll beat it up!”

Your little eyes looked so hopeful.

“Dara-kun, you can fight thunder?”

“Yep! Watch this! HEY THUNDER, YOU’RE A BIG BAKA!!”

You giggled, and Madara grinned.

“See, it's scared of me.”

The fear you once showed was changing to awe.

“I didn’t know you were so strong Dara-kun. Sugoi..”

You looked completely astonished. Madara couldn’t stop the blush that littered his cheeks. He turned his head in the opposite direction.

“O-Of course. I’m an Uchiha after all. Thunder is nothing.” You hugged his chest with the brightest smile.

“I’m really glad we’re friends, Dara-kun. You’re amazing. I don’t want to marry Hashi-ni anymore. I want to marry you Dara-kun!” His face exploded in red.

“W-What are you saying!!”

“You said you were going to protect me forever, remember. If we get married we can be friends forever!” You cheered.

Madara’s eyebrow twitched. He wanted to yell at you for making such a childish statement, but at that moment you looked so cute that he lost his nerve.

“Do you not want to marry me?” You looked ready to cry again.

“O-Okay fine I’ll marry you!!”

You smiled.

“You can’t break your promise Dara-kun, you have to marry me.”

“She’s always been good at making me look like an idiot.”

He sighed, a small smile on his lips.

“Baka.”

Madara smiled, pressing his hands to the glass.

“Friends forever huh.”

It was naive. You were both children back then. He knew for a fact that you’d long forgotten that promise. But he never forgot. How could he? Maybe it was at that point that you became more than just his best friend’s annoying sister. You followed him everywhere. As a kid he’d gotten used to it. He never thought that would change. Or rather he hoped it wouldn’t.

The harsh knocks on his door broke his focus. It was already after dark. So it could only be one person. He schooled his features ready for the contempt he would face from Tobirama. Moving to the door, he opened it.

“Sensei…”

His eyes grew wide.

There you stood, completely drenched.

For the remainder of the week, you tried to figure out ways to help your delinquent students. 

There was no question about it. You needed to talk to Hashirama and Tobirama. You knew one of the two would not be pleased with the development. 

But it wasn’t his choice.

When you showed up at the doorstep with Madara that morning, Hashirama knew it was serious. Tobirama was less than pleased to know not only had you snuck out, but also spent the night with the very man he was possibly plotting to murder.

“What a nice surprise, come in!” Hashirama looked ecstatic and you both sweatdrop.

“What an idiot.”  You both thought.

He would forever be an airhead. Could he really not read the room?

“Have you come to confess you’ve had indecent relations with our sister.” 

Tobirama folds his arms, and you’re about to refute, but Madara steps in front of you.

“I’ve only done what I promised since we were kids. I swore I’d protect her.”

“She does not need your protection!” You expected this reaction. Talking with Tobirama was never going to work. Not until you knew.

“Why do you hate him so much?”

None of them expect such a question. It’s clear from the reactions.

“You’ve always hated him. I thought you were just being protective, but it’s something else." Hashirama has a knowing look.

“Our great grandparents were best friends. There was an accident, and our great grandfather died. Ever since then our families have been at an impasse. In the following years we’ve found a way to form an alliance. Promote peace. But I suppose not all mistakes can be forgiven."

 Hashirama’s explanations shed some light. No one had ever really spoken about what happened.

“You remember what our father said. The Uchiha cannot be trusted." 

Tobirama is resolute.

“Those were words of a foolish man. We’ve come too far to fall back to those days. Do you truly think Madara would ever hurt (Y/N).”

Tobirama can’t comment on that.

“I know how he feels about her. I’ve known for a very long time.”

“Ni-san..” 

Hashirama smiles as he walks over, rubbing your head.

“You guys were inseparable. I suppose it was my fault. I asked him to look after you when I couldn’t. When we lost our parents you were so young. You barely spoke, hardly smiled. Then that day when you saw Madara stuck in the tree from some foolish game we were playing, that smile you wore was so full of happiness. I wanted to preserve that forever."

 A tear rolls down your cheek, and Hashirama wipes it away.

“I must admit I did get a bit jealous when you told me you no longer wanted to marry me.” You can’t help it, you laugh.

“I couldn’t have asked for a better person to look after her. Thank you for keeping your promise Madara.” Hashirama bows, and you’re at a loss for words. So is Madara.

“This entire time..you knew?” Madara asks.

Hashirama straightens.

“Of course. You always stare at her like a puppy when you think no one is watching,”

You blush.

“I DO NOT!!”

Madara’s face is as red as his eyes right now.

“You’re very easy to read.”

“AT LEAST I HAVE A BRAIN!!”

Hashirama is in a corner in a matter of seconds.

“You’re right I’m an idiot.”

You sweatdrop.

On the bright side, at least one of your brothers supported your choice. Your eyes shift to Tobirama. 

He’s still standing apart.

“Tobi-ni..”

You know it’ll take a while for him to come around. This would definitely be a work in progress.

“If you hurt my sister I’ll rip your arms off your shoulder and feed it to you.” 

Your face blanks at the very vivid description.

Madara looks slightly pale.

You know that he’s just imagined it.

At least he was on board.