'I hate everything. '

Tobirama didn 't bother looking up from the papers he 'd brought home from the tower. 'What about your brother? '

'Alright I hate everything but Izuna. '

'I 'm wounded. '

'Fine! Everything but Izuna and you! '

Turning another page, Tobirama nodded. 'Should I hazard a guess and say that Hashirama has something to do with your current lack of affection for everything besides Izuna and myself? '

His answer was a snort and the muffled thump of Madara throwing himself down on to the floor. Still Tobirama kept his eyes on the work before him, ignoring the rustling and pulling as Madara squirmed underneath the kotatsu blanket right next to him until their sides were squished together almost uncomfortably. He knew what the man wanted. After several years of marriage they both knew each other 's patterns well and Madara had never been the hardest puzzle to figure out when it came to his emotions; he did wear them on his sleeve, after all.