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"It doesn't make sense!" Madara-sama complains, slapping the table in frustration. "Happiness is a thing we just are! Why does he have to be so determined to be happy?"
"Because he does?" Hikaku sticks his head though the door, completely sick of the argument that's been going on for months. Twin expressions of incomprehension stare back at him and he sighs. "Because you married the man he's in love with."
"I married the man he's in love with?!" Madara-sama's voice reaches a volume that Hikaku hasn't heard since the war, and he instantly knows this conversation is going to be all over the tower in a day.
Probably less.
"And so did Tobirama-sama," Hikaku points out calmly. He's used to it after all.
"Izuna's in love with me?" And now Madara-sama is screeching, wonderful.
"Yes." Hikaku stands firm, refusing to back away. "Has been for years."
"How did we miss this." Tobirama-sama seems to be getting over his shock faster than Madara-sama who's mostly devolved into incoherent half sentences, accompanied by swearing and flailing.
"I don't know, and neither does most of the clan." Hikaku doesn't bother to make his voice sound any less judgmental than he feels. "And, as his best friend, I'd quite like you both to do something about it."
"That is... very understandable." Tobirama-sama winces at the mostly unspoken reproof and Hikaku hands him the report he was supposed to be delivering before he got waylaid by Izuna-sama's love life.
Hopefully this means things will be less chaotic soon.
And, if they're all very lucky, maybe the wedding will even be in time for spring.
That would be nice.