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“I thought you didn’t like cake.”
Tobirama looked away from his notes, paper in one hand and a fork in the other. Since his mouth was currently stuffed full of the previously mentioned cake all he could do for a few seconds was stare over at Izuna, who had, without invitation mind you, broken into his office. For the third time that week.
And since Tobirama was not his brother, their esteemed and respected hokage, he chewed and swallowed his mouthful before opening his mouth to speak.
“I don’t.”
“You’re eating it.” Izuna came over and made himself comfortable on Izuna’s desk, propping his leg up on his chair and also moving a bunch of his work to the side as he did. At least he knew better than to disorganize it.
Still didn’t mean Tobirama liked him sitting there. He inched his cake away from Izuna’s thigh, tempted to poke him with his fork but not willing to waste any of it. “Why are you here?”
“Why are you eating cake?”
Tobirama picked up his small plate of cake, holding it defensively close to him. “It’s...a cake day.” When all Izuna did was make a funny face at him, Tobirama frowned in a very much Not Pout, clutching it that much closer. “You don’t like alcohol, but you drink sometimes.”
“Are...” Izuna bit his lip in that way Tobirama knew meant he was holding back laughter, and Tobirama subsequently scrunched his nose up at him for it. “Are you saying your alcohol is cake?”
“Shut up.”
Izuna snickered, not bothering to keep it in anymore, and leaned in close. “I won’t tell anyone if, and only if, I get a bite.”
He considered it. Squinted his eyes and really considered whether it was worth it. In the end, Tobirama held out his fork with a very small bite of cake on it and let Izuna have his win, just this once.