Week 3: Falling in Love|Day 19: Tobirama forgets that it is his birthday today, as you thought he would.
Pairing: Tobirama Senju x gn!Reader
Note: Happy birthday, Tobirama! It’s also this man’s debut on my blog! YAY!!!
You wandered in front of his office, not knowing if you should knock on the cold wooden door. The Senju has locked himself inside to tend to some governance matters since lunch and it was almost eleven at night. You sighed, the dinner you prepared was getting cold.
Today was Tobirama’s birthday and his first birthday that the two of you were together, as a couple. Being friends with him for years drew you to a conclusion that the man did not prioritize his birthday celebration, not at all above his work. But now as his partner, you really wanted to do something special for him.
Hesitating, you knocked lightly on the door before peering your head in following his acceptance. “Sleep?”
“Twenty more minutes,” he replied without lifting his head and your stomach sunk.
“Can I stay in here?” You asked, trying to find comfort in his presence. At least it was better waiting with him than alone in your empty bedroom.
“Sure.”
With that, you plopped down onto the sofa near his desk and quietly waited. You did not dare to say a word seeing how serious and firm his eyes were, probably something important. Tobirama was the epitome of perfection—the way his head tilted as his eyes scanned through the papers, the slight frown between his brows—a meticulously sculpted visual. Minutes turned to an hour and you unconsciously knocked yourself to sleep, lying flat on the cushion. Only when your breathing slowed, Tobirama put down his pen and looked at you dotingly. He then got up and pulled a blanket over your body, laying your head comfortably on the pillow to avoid you getting neck pain when you would wake up.
As expected, he thought, you looked so cute asleep.
Tobirama knew you were displeased the moment you looked through the door but he just had to finish approving the proposals for tomorrow morning. He smoothed his thumb over your cheek, to your slightly parted lips.
“Tobirama,” you mumbled, reaching out to grab his shirt with both hands, still deep asleep. “Happy Birthday.”
He stopped and stared at you, then glanced at the clock on the wall. He had just a little bit of time before it would be a new day. Tenderly, he leaned down and pecked your lips. “Then for my birthday wish, I wish I can spend my next birthday, the one after that, and many more after that—all of them—with you, Y/N. Thank you for everything.”
it took a lot to genuinely scare tobirama. he’d seen things that could make the devil flinch. but no past horror could prepare him for your puffy eyed, tear stained face and the heart wrenching words that spilled from your lips.
“tobirama, i’m sorry. i don’t think i can do this anymore,”
the first thing he noticed was the way you addressed him. it wasn’t a loving tobi - kun, or even a teasing fish face. it was just his name. and tobirama hated it. everyone called him by his name. not you. you were different. for you to address him so casually, like he was just anyone… it hurt more than his ego would allow him to admit.
