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"I can't believe you did this," Tobirama brushes Madara's long hair, reassuring himself of its presence. "You shaved."
"I always do it." His husband may be abashed enough to mutter, but Tobirama can hear the words clearly. "It's not like it doesn't grow back."
"Mine does also, and longer than yours, but would you be happy if I shaved it off?" He flicks the long braid of his hair at Madara, just to emphasise his point, and his husband flinches. Keeping the length down to his knees is a ridiculous risk when it comes to combat, but it's a compromise he agreed to in order to keep Madara happy. "And only because you couldn't be bothered to brush it before you took a bath?"
"It's just... easier." Madara grabs his wrist, pressing a kiss to it, and Tobirama can't help but soften. "You were on a mission, I don't like having people behind me - being bald for a few days didn't seem like a problem."
"Well, it was a shocking sight to see upon my return." Tobirama takes his hand back and picks up the brush again. "You're never doing that again." His husband raises an eyebrow at him, and Tobirama blushes at how easily he reveals his heart to this man. "Unless you really, really need to, I mean."
"Yes, yome." Madara settles back against him, clearly ready to enjoy being taken care of, and Tobirama presses a kiss to the top of his head. "Whatever you say."