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Tobirama wakes up slowly, warm and comfortable under the kakebuton.
Madara's concession to his presence, it's heavy enough to keep even him warm, mostly anyway.
And, where it isn't, there are other solutions.
He wriggles his toes, held securely in between Madara's calves, and smiles into the black hair that tickles his nose.
Yes, he definitely picked the right man to marry.
