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Chapter 1

  I'm very happy to be a part of this event!

  But I'm sorry I didn't have time to finish writing, so I can only divide it into two parts. Sorry Orz

  The whole thing is pure sweet and contains no cuts, so you can eat it with confidence.

  CP: Actor Madara x Scholar Tobirama

  Summary: Due to some unexpected circumstances, Uchiha Madara couldn't find a candidate for the second male lead in the film he was filming. The director found a photo of Senju Tobirama on Senju Hashirama's phone, so he enthusiastically invited Tobirama to star in this gay movie...

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It all started with an unintentional visit by Hashirama Senju.

As one of the few amateur friends of the popular actor Uchiha Madara who has won many awards in China, Senju Hashirama is a very secretive and good-natured person. He heard that his friend recently took on a script that was going to compete for international awards, but he couldn't find another lead actor. He was stuck on the set every day with the director to review and audition various actors, and he was miserable. Therefore, he brought afternoon tea and flowers to comfort his friend.

During the break between auditions, Uchiha Madara looked very bad. The corners of the paper with the audition script in his hand were worn out. He sighed heavily and pressed his forehead with a headache. "It's been half a month, and still not a single one works."

Hashirama, who was standing by, quickly handed him the iced Americano to cool him down, and whispered to him, "Take your time. Although I don't really understand it, the lead actor can't be rushed. After all, he is the soul of the movie."

Madara nodded without comment. The cold bitter taste made his swollen brain clear up a lot.

When director Takahashi Naoto approached with a sigh, Hashirama hurriedly greeted him. Takahashi waved his hand helplessly and fell back to his seat behind the monitor. He couldn't help but complain, "I haven't even seen anyone with the right temperament yet..."

"Take your time, you may find it in no time..." Hashirama comforted him, not knowing what expression to make, and hurriedly handed over the iced Americano he had prepared.

"Then I'll take your good wishes for now, thank you." Takahashi said with a wry smile.

A phone call came in without warning. Hashirama apologized repeatedly and hurriedly answered the phone. A corner of the photo on the phone screen was accidentally revealed. A white-haired young man in a white coat stood behind the glass of the laboratory, concentrating on fiddling with the test tube in his hand. The background was a little blurry, and it looked like a university laboratory.

Takahashi's eyes lit up, and he suppressed his emotions and gestured as he asked in a low voice: "Mr. Hashirama, who is this——?"

"It's Tobirama Senju, Hashirama's younger brother." Madara interrupted. He had seen him a few times, at Hashirama's house when he was in school. But judging by the photos, he had hardly changed much.

"Oh——" Takahashi suddenly realized, and his brows slowly frowned. He waited until Hashirama hung up the phone with a smile before he spoke awkwardly under Madara's suspicious gaze, "Um, Mr. Hashirama, can you ask your brother, uh, Mr. Tobirama, to audition? I feel he fits the image I want."

Hashirama, who had just hung up the phone, looked at his best friend who was frowning behind Takahashi for a moment, but he still didn't refuse immediately, "Okay, I have to ask Tobirama if he agrees."

While waiting for Tobirama's reply, Madara finally saw Hashirama's phone screensaver clearly.

The young man was immersed in his own world with a focused look. Behind the transparent goggles, he revealed a pair of beautiful crimson eyes. His hands holding the test tube were white, slender, and had distinct joints. He had an inexplicable illusion that Tobirama Senju would look up at him at any time.

The crumpled script in his hand was slightly warm, and Madara squinted his eyes and smiled silently. He had a hunch that Tobirama was the second lead actor the director was looking for.

"Hmm..." This result surprised Hashirama. He blinked at the phone call that had been hung up, "Tobirama agreed..."

This audition was not open to the public as usual. It was a tryout arranged by Director Takahashi for Senju Tobirama. In addition to Hashirama who came to escort Tobirama, there were only two people present: Naoto Takahashi and Uchiha Madara, who acted with him.

In order to keep the script secret, Hashirama and Madara were driven out by Takahashi.

In the dim studio, various props and filming equipment were piled up all around. A ceiling light was on in the large open space in the middle, emitting cold white light. Senju Tobirama sat in a chair under the light, slightly in a daze, while Takahashi sat behind the monitor in the dim light.

"Now I'll tell you what happened."

"Your childhood was destroyed by a fire. That day was the night of the biggest fireworks display in the summer. You and your three brothers enjoyed the most anticipated carnival night of the year, and then fell asleep side by side. Everything was no different from the happy days you had experienced before. You fell asleep in a happy exhaustion."

"But when you opened your eyes again, your home had turned into a sea of ​​fire, and you were standing in the yard intact, but your brothers were no longer by your side. You only vaguely remember that in your dream, you seemed to see your elder brother and younger brother pushing you out of the house, and they said to you-"

"Tobirama, stay alive."

...

Behind the monitor, one can clearly see the changing expression of Senju Tobirama. Although his face is still calm, his eyes, which have lost focus, seem to have become much deeper, and a little water can be seen faintly.

"Okay, now please call Madara in." Takahashi's voice remained calm. He quietly sent a message to Madara, finding an excuse to let Hashirama leave first.

Senju Tobirama responded, and staggered when he stood up. He stood under the spotlight and looked at his open palm. His hand, which was pressed against the back of the chair, was red and a little painful. But he seemed to be a little confused.

Open the door.

Hearing the noise, Madara turned around and saw the misty eyes of Senju Tobirama. He remembered that these eyes were not like this when he first came.

"What's wrong?" He lowered his voice.

"Come in." Tobirama curled the corners of his mouth. He didn't know why he smiled like that, but it seemed like he should do so.

Madara followed Tobirama back to the spotlight in the studio. Two chairs were placed inside at some point, and only one of them had a script on it. Madara picked it up at Takahashi Naoto's signal. Tobirama sat next to him.

"Start when you're ready," Takahashi reminded.

This scene was very simple. Madara's script only said that your lover woke up in the middle of the night, and there was not even any dialogue. He had read part of the script that belonged to him, and he and Tobirama should be a very loving couple.

"Action."

The originally glaring lights were dimmed a little. Tobirama kept his head down and did not move. Madara could not see from behind, so he could not tell whether his "wife" had woken up. He just could notice that Tobirama had grasped his hand tighter and tighter, until a drop of warm liquid fell on the hand, and he clearly felt a tremor in his heart.

Madara slowly squatted down, raised his head and met Tobirama's red eyes, which were almost full of tears. He slowly stood up and hugged Tobirama, whispering comforting words in his ear. "I'm here."

In the other side that Madara couldn't see, Tobirama's crimson eyes had a wandering look, hiding the obvious pain. He hugged Madara back stiffly, but his eyes were looking at the monitor and gradually losing focus.

"Cut."

As Takahashi Naoto called for a halt, both of them stood up. Tobirama noticed that the emotion in Madara's eyes quickly disappeared. He subconsciously wiped away the wetness on his face, a little surprised. He actually cried, because of the performance?

"Well done," Madara said, patting his shoulder. It was completely different from the intimacy just a moment ago.

"Thank you." Tobirama nodded. His eyes had been on Madara's face, but he finally looked away. Madara's change allowed him to get out of his previous emotions. He felt a little tired, and when he looked around, he didn't see Hashirama.

Compared to the calmness of the two actors, Takahashi, who was holding the script, looked much more excited. "I am very satisfied. We will officially start filming in two days. We will sign the contract then. But -" He paused, looked back and forth between the two people who were looking at each other, and then showed a very kind smile, "We will start shooting on location in two days, so get ready for marriage , both of you."

Senju Hashirama always felt that he had missed something, and he couldn't help but glance at his younger brother.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, biting the straw of coffee and looking at the scenery passing by the window, the latte was not bitter and was easy to drink. But it was a little cold. He lowered his head and browsed the script sent by the director on his phone. He wanted to familiarize himself with the plot and lines as soon as possible.

"Tobirama, don't be fooled by this guy Madara." Hashirama couldn't help but remind him, "When this guy is acting, he looks so affectionate even when he's watching a dog."

Tobirama recalled Madara's eyes, deep, dark eyes, when he looked at him, those eyes were full of his own shadow. He still smiled rarely, "No."

Many people were surprised that the first scene was shot on location.

The filming location was in an open park with nice scenery. A Western-style wedding set was built on the big lawn, and there were late cherry blossoms in full bloom not far away. If it weren't for the crew members and extras coming and going, it would have been a good place to enjoy the cherry blossoms.

When Senju Tobirama finished his makeup and returned to the scene, Uchiha Madara was already waiting under the arch built by white roses and lilies.

Naoto Takahashi pulled him aside to explain the scene, "We'll shoot two clips for this scene. You walk toward Madara from the central aisle, and then follow the wedding process to exchange rings and kiss. The camera will follow you, don't worry, just listen to me."

"Okay." Tobirama nodded in response.

"But the most important point is what I have mentioned in the script. He is your property. Don't forget - if there are obstacles, then try to become 'him'. I believe in you." Takahashi's voice seemed to turn cold, but there was still a friendly smile on his face. He did not need Tobirama to answer and turned and walked towards the monitor.

"Action."

The wedding scene was not grand, the stage decorated with roses, lilies and baby's breath brought a touch of warmth. On both sides of the white folding chairs sat several colleagues, teachers, and relatives and friends of Tobirama. They did not need a grand wedding.

Tobirama stepped onto the stage covered with white petals as the melodious music played. He stiffly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a formulaic smile. Holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, he walked step by step towards Madara, who had a smiling face.

Standing in the center of the stage, Madara was wearing a well-tailored black suit. He kept looking in the direction of Tobirama, his eyes almost overflowing with happiness and sweetness. The joyful smile made Tobirama a little dazed. This was indeed his "lover".

When he walked in front of Madara, the other party couldn't wait to reach out his hand to him. This part was not in the script. But when he met Madara's eager eyes, he didn't refuse. The hot palm wrapped around his cold five fingers, and he was led by Madara to the center of the stage. The fireworks behind him exploded with a "bang", and the ribbons fell all over the two of them.

"Cut."

Madara immediately loosened his grip on Tobirama's hand, and Tobirama watched the warmth in his eyes fade away, and he also restrained his smile, which was not sincere to begin with.

Naoto Takahashi clapped his hands in satisfaction and stood up from behind the monitor. "Keep up this feeling, two more. Thank you for your hard work."

Madara looked a little surprised, and his eyes were full of inquiry as he looked at Tobirama. Takahashi deliberately avoided his gaze. While the makeup artist was retouching their makeup, Madara reminded them, "Don't take the director's words too seriously. He is a lunatic."

Tobirama only met Madara's eyes at this time. He did not answer immediately. He thought for a while before speaking to himself, "But I think what he said makes sense."

"Oh——?" Madara was a little surprised. He didn't expect that an amateur's awareness seemed to be higher than that of an ordinary actor.

Perhaps because there were no lines, the last two shots went particularly smoothly.

But the highlight is the next part.

Takahashi asked Madara to take Tobirama through the scene first. There would be a close-up of the face in a while, so Tobirama had to get used to the close-up shot first to ensure that he would not act out of character.

"Is there a problem with the kissing scene?" Ban asked in a low voice while brushing his long hair behind his forehead.

Tobirama was stunned for a moment, as if he had thought of something before he spoke hesitantly, "Can't I borrow the position?"

Madara found it funny, and he had the rare patience to explain, "Long shots and mid shots can be borrowed, but this one can't. This close-up requires a real kiss."

...

This seemed to stump him.

Tobirama frowned and was speechless for a moment, feeling an indescribable embarrassment. He was a single man, and he had never kissed or even held hands.

"I haven't tried it." He could only answer truthfully.

Madara was a little surprised, then he patted Tobirama's shoulder helplessly to try to make him relax. He deliberately stirred the mood, gently took Tobirama's hand and touched it lightly on his lips. "Then I will teach you, you must learn well. We are getting married, it is normal to be nervous, but in front of so many people, just relax."

Tobirama felt dazed for a moment, but looking at those eyes, he remembered that this was his lover. So the heat on his face faded away little by little, and his eyes returned to a calm and peaceful state. He lowered his eyes and rubbed Madara's cheek with his fingers, and responded with almost no emotion.

"good."

After the oath, they had to exchange rings. The two silver rings even had the initials of each other's names engraved on them, like some kind of contract.

The hot breath fell on Tobirama's face, and the pair of eyes filled with love and satisfaction were so close. Madara was getting closer and closer to him, and then his lips were pressed against his cheek. Tobirama subconsciously tensed his whole body, and he couldn't help but clench his hands when he hugged back.

"Don't be nervous." Madara whispered in his ear.

Tobirama finally came to his senses, his face already burning uncontrollably, he loosened his hand again and pushed Madara away, turning his face away and whispering an apology. "I'm sorry..."

"You're not in the right mood." Madara shook his head. He exchanged glances with the director who stood up beside him, with obvious teasing in his eyes. "If you're not used to it, we can just kiss a few more times."

...

A blush spread from behind Tobirama's ear to his neck. He stared at Madara but couldn't say anything to refute. After all, he didn't know much about acting.

Madara obviously sensed the indescribable anger in those eyes, but for some reason he found them cute, so he smiled even more happily. He patted Tobirama's shoulder, and for the first time he felt that Tobirama was very different from the one he had seen before. However, he quickly adjusted his expression and emphasized with a serious face: "I'm serious, after all, we are happily married couples, and kissing should be normal."

"...Yes." Tobirama pursed his lips to avoid Madara's eyes, but was forced to squeeze out a syllable. But his peripheral vision kept glancing at Madara's face, and it was obvious that this guy was very skilled.

"But I should be the one who is nervous here. You are the one who is at ease." Madara explained, softening his tone, "Because you are my first love, and I had no experience in love before I met you. This wedding is the result I expected. You just need to accept my love calmly."

Tobirama had a complicated expression. He remembered what the director said and closed his eyes to try to get rid of the extra emotions from his mind. He gradually calmed down and hugged Madara back, "Let's do it again."

This hug is closer to the "lovers" of the script.

Official shooting.

They exchanged rings amid the blessings of the guests. Tobirama raised the corners of his mouth in a formal smile. Madara's breath was getting closer and closer, and their warm lips were closely pressed against each other. He was not very calm, but his eyes were filled with the love he was familiar with.

After a brief hesitation, Senju Tobirama's frozen hands slowly embraced the lover in front of him.

The hustle and bustle behind him seemed to belong to another world. Tobirama's hands were still cold. Madara held them tightly, and the warmth spread from his fingertips little by little, trying to warm his lover.

The MC handed the bouquet made of white roses to Tobirama. His eyes shifted from the bouquet to Madara's face. His voice was not very warm, but unquestionable, "I want to keep this bouquet."

"Okay. Indeed, this kind of blessing doesn't seem to be a good idea for heterosexual couples." Ban joked and reached out to touch the blooming white roses.

The thorns were exposed, covered by the baby's breath. The thorns scratched Ban's fingers, and blood dripped onto the pure white petals.

Tobirama's eyes locked onto Madara for a moment, but he was smiling so peacefully that Madara didn't take it seriously.

When the master of ceremonies announced the end of the ceremony, Tobirama looked down at the blood-stained white rose and his smile deepened. Immersed in happiness, Madara stared at his lover's face with burning eyes.

The scene ends here.

But the subsequent filming was not as smooth as expected. After the wedding scene, they had to shoot some scenes of love, but perhaps because the emotions were relatively dull, Tobirama's performance did not satisfy Takahashi. However, because he had chosen the person himself, Takahashi decided to postpone the filming of the two scenes for a few days and first shoot the campus part that had been prepared.

In the evening, Naoto Takahashi did not expect Tobirama to come to him on his own initiative, but to Tobirama's surprise, Madara was also there.

For some reason, Tobirama felt that Madara outside the script seemed to be much sharper. His eyes paused for a moment on Madara's face as he flipped through the script.

"In fact, I think you are very talented. You can empathize with this character and can express those complex emotions sincerely, which is very good," Takahashi praised.

Tobirama heard the hidden meaning in Takahashi's words, "Then I want some suggestions or methods to go further."

He is very straightforward. If he is interested in something, he either doesn't do it or does it to the best of his ability.

Takahashi couldn't help but look towards Madara, and saw admiration in the look in Madara's eyes. "You can try to really get into the role, to really become him, instead of just playing him. No matter in or out of the play, you are him, and he is you. At this point, no matter what 'you' do, it is reasonable."

"Experience is the fastest way to get into the role." Ban thought for a moment and then reconsidered, "Although immersive experience of the role can easily cause harm to the actors, this script is relatively peaceful, so it shouldn't be a problem. You can try it."

Peaceful, huh? Tobirama's brows twitched, and the face of 'him' that he saw in the makeup mirror appeared in his mind, and he finally nodded in agreement. "Okay."

Senju Tobirama and Uchiha Madara met in high school, but Tobirama didn't notice Madara in the same classroom at that time. He was completely immersed in his own world.

During the break, students came and went in the classroom. Tobirama, who had dazzling hair, was sitting by the window, quietly flipping through the heavy book in his hands. The green trees outside the window cast mottled shadows on him. Madara was talking to other students, but his eyes could not help but fall on Tobirama's face.

"Madara, what are you looking at?" Kenta Suzuki, who was sitting on the desk next to him, stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Madara, blocking his view.

"Nothing." Madara pushed his hand away, having lost interest in chatting. He took out headphones from his schoolbag and put them on. He crossed his arms behind him and glanced at Tobirama's cold profile through the gap between his arms.

After the class bell rang, Kenta threw a ball of paper to Madara while the geography teacher was drawing a map on the blackboard.

"This top student is not on the same level as us. I heard that when he skipped a grade, he already had a score that could get him into the University of Tokyo."

For some reason, Madara felt a surge of irritation and kicked Kenta's desk hard. With a loud "bang", the whole classroom seemed to explode.

The geography teacher was an old scholar. He was so frightened by the sound that he pulled too hard on his chalk and it broke. His wrinkled face trembled, "If you don't want to go to class, get out!"

"Yes, yes, yes—" Ban agreed nonchalantly, opened the door and strode out to stand in the corridor. The students in the class whispered behind him, causing the geography teacher to have to use a hoarse voice to maintain order.

Tobirama was flipping through his book as if he hadn't heard anything. He didn't care about what was happening around him. Madara leaned against the wall at the entrance of the classroom with his arms resting on his head, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

The camera finally landed on a few application forms, and students turned them in one after another. On Madara's application form, just like Tobirama's, he only filled in Tokyo University.

The classroom scene has been filmed. Tobirama frowned deeply as he watched the scene full of youthful atmosphere. He was completely confused. On the contrary, Takahashi and Madara seemed particularly satisfied.

"Don't understand?" Madara came out from behind the monitor, with a smile on his face from when he just watched the clip.

What's so funny...

Tobirama couldn't help but complain in his heart. But at this moment he still nodded honestly, he really couldn't tell what happened in this.

"It's okay if you don't understand." Madara patted Tobirama's shoulder to comfort him. It was rare for him to have such patience to guide a newcomer. "If you want, we can go through a play to experience this 'past'."

Takahashi had no objection. He always encouraged actors to find the feeling of the role in the early stage of filming. He himself was a person who would do anything to achieve the effect of the film.

The filming location was originally an old school building, and a classroom with a good location and environment was selected. At this time, the filming equipment in the classroom had been removed, leaving only the original old tables and chairs and a world map drawn on the blackboard with chalk.

The evening sun shone through the lattice windows of the corridor onto the wooden floor. Uchiha Madara pulled Senju Tobirama behind him and walked around the untied filming tracks on the ground with brisk steps. Tobirama felt that they didn't need to walk so fast, as if they were about to run. But he always felt that Madara had his own intentions.

Madara pushed open the door of the classroom. Soft light shone crookedly on the untidy tables and chairs, and some abandoned tables and chairs were piled up in the last corner of the classroom. He let go of Tobirama's hand and sat in the seat that belonged to him.

Tobirama understood and sat in his seat by the window, but he was a little at a loss, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

But Madara didn't give him much time to react.

Madara took off his casual jacket and tied it around his waist, leaving only the white shirt inside. He unbuttoned the three buttons below the collar, making the collar loose on his chest. He rolled up his sleeves to his elbows and simply tied his hair up with a rubber band he borrowed from somewhere. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a bad high school student.

Madara put his hands behind his head, leaned back in his chair with a relaxed look, and turned his head to look at Senju Tobirama.

The burning and searching in those black eyes made Tobirama nervous. He was so surprised that his pupils slightly dilated. It was only then that he realized how good Madara was.

He took a few deep breaths, closed his eyes and thought about the experiments he had not completed before his vacation. The familiar data calmed him down.

Since there was no book at hand, Tobirama chose to support his chin and turned his head to look out the window at the swaying shadows of trees and the leisurely floating clouds. He pulled himself away from the data and recalled many things about "him" and familiar faces.

Yes, in the beginning, "he" was indifferent to everything that happened to Madara. Or rather, he was completely unaware of it.

——Until Madara stood in front of "him".

Uchiha Madara pressed his hand on the table in front of Senju Tobirama, and when Tobirama turned his head, the tips of their noses almost touched.

The dark eyes were sharp and straightforward when they looked at Tobirama, but it was obvious that all the muscles in Madara's body were tense, because the finger bones of his hands pressing on the table were trembling slightly. He bit his lip, as if he wanted to say something, "Senju Tobirama..."

Tobirama was just stunned for a moment, and only then did his eyes fall on Madara. "What's wrong?"

"...No." Madara's hand slowly loosened, as if he was deflated. He avoided Tobirama's eyes, but stared at him without giving up.

Tobirama nodded, then stood up, put the chair back in its place properly, turned around and left.

Madara caught him.

"That's it." Madara untied his tied hair, his eyes calmed down, and he instantly pulled himself out of the character's previous state.

Tobirama paused thoughtfully. This part was not in the script. Madara was just a character in this story and he was doing things that might have happened in the original work.

Yes, "he" didn't care about anyone or anything at that time.

But he still felt his face getting hot when he recalled the eye contact a moment ago. At that moment, he felt a brief cardiac arrest, which was closer to the feeling of being near death. He could hardly feel his heartbeat.

But as "him", I wouldn't feel that way.

Tobirama didn't know what an actor would do when faced with such a complex role and his own emotions, but what he could do now was to separate and withdraw. He did feel Madara's heartbeat, and he couldn't hide the pounding of his heart at that moment. Although this was not normal, it could not be denied.

Tobirama found this experience very novel.

The filming went much more smoothly afterwards. Naoto Takahashi didn't know what happened between them, but he always believed in Madara's ability to control the situation.

The next time Tobirama and Madara met after they separated in high school was in college. Tobirama had become a young doctor, and Madara was one of the first batch of graduate students he was going to take over.

The scene was set on the campus of the University of Tokyo. Thanks to Tobirama, Takahashi successfully applied to the president for the filming rights for some places.

The golden ginkgo leaves covered the campus of the University of Tokyo, and students and tourists came and went. Some stopped under the huge ginkgo tree to take pictures.

The camera gradually locked onto Tobirama Senju, who was walking out of the crowd from a bird's-eye view. His cell phone rang at an inopportune time, and he took out his cell phone, but stopped because of a name on the list of graduate students that his supervisor had just sent him.

At this time, the camera turned to another Uchiha Madara who was holding a notebook and materials and carrying a shoulder bag. The camera gradually moved from his hurried feet to his expressionless face. He did not have much time to stop.

Until the two passed each other.

"Uchiha Madara?"

Senju Tobirama read out the somewhat special yet familiar name on the list on his phone. The camera gave a close-up of the document in his arms, revealing a corner of the document with the three characters "Uchiha".

"What?" Madara, who had already walked over, stopped and turned around, with surprise and hidden joy in his eyes. He quickly recognized the face in front of him, but he was still a little hesitant when he spoke. "Senju... Tobirama?"

Tobirama didn't expect the other person to know him, so he nodded and admitted, "Yes, I am. My supervisor is also your graduate supervisor, and I am his teaching assistant."

"We know each other, I remember you." Ban curved the corners of his mouth, making the edges of his face look much softer.

Obviously, Tobirama had no impression of him. The haziness in his eyes flashed away, but he still took the initiative to extend his hand to Madara, "We still need to get to know each other formally, Madara-kun."

"Then I'll be grateful for your guidance in the future, Mr. Tobirama." Madara held Tobirama's hand, squeezed it lightly, and then let it go. As he had something else to do, he didn't stay too long, nodded slightly, and continued to leave in a hurry.

This section shows the change in Tobirama's attitude towards Madara. He hugged the research materials tightly in his arms, and for the first time, his eyes were fixed on Uchiha Madara. The upward curve of his mouth fell silently and gradually disappeared. A meaningful close-up shot was given to his red pupils, and Madara's back gradually disappeared in these eyes.

From this time on, Uchiha Madara truly entered into Senju Tobirama's life.

"Teacher Tobirama!" The familiar voice made Tobirama look up from the script in his hand. The energetic girl's face appeared behind the cordon not far away.

"Koharu?" Tobirama narrowed his eyes.

Madara handed the water in his hand to Tobirama and followed his gaze. Several young students gathered together and kept looking over here and waving. The girl in the lead had an excited look on her face, "Teacher? Is this your student?"

"Yes." Tobirama frowned. These guys seemed to be very idle.

"That's amazing." Madara praised sincerely. He knew that Tobirama was a scholar at the University of Tokyo, but he didn't know that he was already at the level of a tutor. Surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he greeted the staff to let the students in.

"Who told you to let them in?" Tobirama frowned even more tightly, complaining unhappily. After he said it, he realized something was wrong, he didn't seem to be familiar enough to talk to Madara like this.

Fortunately, Madara didn't care.

Several boys and girls carrying backpacks followed Uchiha Madara a little stiffly. Utane Koharu moved behind Senju Tobirama and whispered to the teacher: "Teacher Tobirama, it's not me who wants to come here. Danzo and the others insisted on coming here to join in the fun--"

Shimura Danzo stood behind the starry-eyed Sarutobi Hiruzen with his arms folded, looking reluctant. He glanced at Tobirama's slightly cold and hard face from time to time, feeling a little guilty. "It's not my fault that I came here. It's all this Sarutobi guy's fault!"

As he said this, he was about to strangle his friend.

Sarutobi Hiruzen ignored Danzo's grip on his hand and approached his teacher with excitement, "Tobirama-sensei is actually making a movie! I didn't believe it when they told me before! It's so cool!"

"I heard that the first scene is the wedding scene?" Mitomon Yan, who was hiding behind the three people, asked in a low voice while pushing up his glasses.

"What?! Tobirama-sensei is married?! Why didn't you tell me earlier!" Koharu's pupils trembled, and she couldn't help but come out and shake Men Yan, who seemed to be silent.

"What exactly are you here for?" Tobirama glanced at Madara, who was watching the show with his arms folded and smiling, and asked with a stiff smile, trying to suppress his anger.

"Ah——" Xiaochun suddenly woke up, she grabbed the three boys, "Well, we want to take a photo with Mr. Uchiha Madara, or ask for an autograph or something..."

When it was time to ask for people, the four students quieted down, all lowered their heads and occasionally stole a glance at Madara who was drinking water with his sleeves rolled up. Tobirama followed their line of sight and locked his gaze on Madara, the burning gazes of several pairs of eyes were much hotter than the sun in the autumn afternoon.

"Have you finished your papers?"

"No......"

"Have you sorted out the experimental data?"

"No......"

"What are you still doing here?"

"Yes! Sorry to bother Mr. Tobirama..."

The fatal three consecutive questions scared the four children so much that they pushed each other and fled the scene in a panic. Madara thought it was funny and was about to open his mouth to help stop them, but he was glared at by Tobirama sternly, "You want to plead for them?"

"..." Madara was stunned for a moment, then he stopped smiling and shook his head with interest, "That's not the case."

This is just a small episode.

Tobirama and Madara spend most of their time together in the campus laboratories, classrooms, and outdoor work areas. Their recent research on a certain ancient legendary relic seems to have made new progress.

Tobirama seemed particularly adept when filming these scenes, and even Takahashi Naoto couldn't help but admire him as a truly talented scholar. When he talked about professional content, his every move and gesture was charming and impeccable.

But what surprised Tobirama was Madara. The serious love revealed in his focused expression always confused him.

Another pause in filming.

Tobirama leaned back in his chair and pressed his brows. He had studied books on archaeology specifically for the filming, and in order to achieve a smooth lecture, he also consulted teachers in related majors in his network. Filming a scene was like giving a lesson all over again, and it was really a bit overwhelming to repeat it so many times.

"Drink some water."

A glass of iced water was handed to Tobirama.

"Thank you." Tobirama simply thanked Madara. The cold liquid slid into his throat, relieving the stinging feeling. His peripheral vision caught sight of the notes left on Madara's prop book, and he recalled Madara's focused look during the filming. He couldn't help but ask him, "Do you understand?"

"I don't understand." Madara shrugged, unexpectedly honest. He raised his lips to Tobirama, "It's OK as long as the audience thinks I understand."

"The charm of actors--" Tobirama sighed.

Madara walked behind Tobirama, put his hands on both sides of his hot temples and massaged them. He squinted his eyes and lowered his head to get closer to Tobirama, with a half-smile that Tobirama couldn't understand, "The charm of scholars is beyond the reach of actors."

Are you talking about him? Tobirama's brain short-circuited for a moment, and then a faint blush appeared on his face. Annoyance and embarrassment crowded into his mind without warning, and he could only turn his head away to deceive himself.

It seems that the purpose has been achieved.

Madara let go of his hand and leaned on the desk beside him with the iced Americano brought by his assistant in a good mood. In his other hand, he held today's script and focused on it as if nothing had happened. "I'll need more guidance from Tobirama-sensei in the future."

"..." Tobirama piled the thick book on his face, trying to separate himself from Madara for a short time. The enlarged words in front of him could not calm him down, and he could only let the cold pages of the book cool down his face.

With the help of the light from the book, Tobirama secretly looked at Madara. Those complicated emotions were entangled together. He knew that Madara was not as involved in the role as before, and the "him" in the script would not have such a reaction to Madara.

It's difficult.

Tobirama felt a little annoyed.

Although this does not affect the shooting process.

It was a rare night in late autumn to have a bright full moon. Only a few lights were left in the entire laboratory building. The wind blew up the golden ginkgo leaves on the ground. Tobirama and Madara walked out of the laboratory building together. The street lights stretched their shadows very long. The autumn wind whistled and swirled under their feet. The ginkgo leaves rustled in the wind. Everything looked extraordinarily ordinary.

Tobirama and Madara walked side by side, talking to each other from time to time. In the zoomed-out camera, two long shadows swayed and overlapped silently.

"do you like me?"

Under a street lamp, Tobirama stopped and looked straight at Madara, with a faint smile on his lips. He stretched out his hand and approached Madara tentatively until his fingertips touched Madara's hot fingers, and Madara did not dodge.

"What..."

Madara didn't even react until he met Tobirama's eyes. His pupils slightly dilated, his Adam's apple rolled slowly, as if he was slowly digesting Tobirama's words. The hands on both sides of his pants silently clenched until his knuckles turned white and trembled slightly, and then silently loosened. Tobirama's fingers were cold, touching his palm, so close. He opened his mouth, but finally curled the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, I like you. Tobirama."

The two hands were clasped together, and feeling the warmth coming from Madara's palm, Tobirama raised the corners of his mouth and smiled more obviously, "Then let's date."

The moonlight was gentle and quiet, and the light of the street lamps was particularly bright under the mottled shadows of the trees. The night wind blew across the back of Madara's neck untimely, bringing a chill. He unconsciously retracted his hand, but then it was held by Tobirama until he responded.

"good."

When Takahashi Naoto called for a stop, Senju Tobirama loosened his hand. The smile on his face quickly faded, and he politely said goodbye to Takahashi and the crew around him, then hurriedly changed out of his costume and returned to the hotel.

Uchiha Madara stood beside Takahashi and watched Tobirama leave. The assistant handed him his long windbreaker. "Takahashi, I always feel that Tobirama looks a little strange."

Takahashi, who was watching the clip on the monitor, came back to his senses. He stood up and squinted at Tobirama's back, his eyes drifting away calmly, "I don't think anything is wrong, he's in good condition."

"It would be better this way." Madara glanced at Takahashi meaningfully. He rubbed his hands unconsciously. He seemed to still feel the soft and slightly cool touch of the place where Tobirama had just held his hands. He clenched his five fingers silently.

In the close-up shot on the monitor, there was an indescribable determination in Tobirama's red eyes.

Tobirama returned to the hotel room, washed up in a routine manner, changed into pure cotton pajamas, and sat on the long sofa by the huge French window with the script in his hand. He silently read the lines to memorize them as usual, and then waited for Madara to come and study the script.

But at this moment, Tobirama couldn't continue reading. His fingers squeezed the script and twisted the paper, but he didn't notice it. He sat quietly, his head filled with countless images and emotions, and his shadow and the night in the distance were reflected on the glass.

"Tobirama——"

The door was pushed open by a hand, and Madara walked to the single sofa facing Tobirama with ease and sat down.

When Tobirama turned his head, Madara noticed the tears streaming down his face. He hesitated for a moment and gently hugged Tobirama into his arms, stroking his back. Although he didn't know what happened, he didn't want to see Tobirama crying.

Warm tears slid down the corners of his eyes and wet Madara's shoulders. After an unknown amount of time, Tobirama gradually regained consciousness, lowered his head and buried his face in Madara's shoulders, then reached out and hugged the person in front of him.

He needed Madara right now.

It was not until Madara felt the wet spot on his shoulder gradually cool down that Tobirama pushed him away. The pair of crimson eyes that he had become extremely familiar with recently were staring at him unblinkingly.

"Are you like this to everyone, Mr. Madara?"

The title was pronounced very softly and slowly, like the tentacles of ivy climbing on the walls of a villa, tentative yet itchy.

Madara was stunned for a moment, his hand was still on Tobirama's body, his fingertips could still feel Tobirama's body temperature, he quickly came to his senses and let go of his hand, then shook his head, "Of course not."

After getting the answer, Tobirama did not continue the topic. He picked up the script for tomorrow's filming, which was the first scene after marriage where they were respectful to each other, and even Tobirama used one-sided cold violence. But even in such a plot, Madara had no effect on Tobirama's feelings.

He still didn't understand.

Madara had already read the script when Takahashi sent it to him, and he wasn't surprised by the time period covered in the script.

"This part, isn't it a bit inconsistent with the conventional relationship between husband and wife?" Tobirama pointed at one of the parts. Although he didn't understand how marriage and love were expressed, he could tell whether it was consistent with the public and universal cognition.

"We are not a regular couple." Madara deliberately put himself into the role and explained. It was not difficult for him to understand his own behavior in the script. "This is a relationship of mutual need. Falling in love with you was completely unexpected. I don't fall in love with anyone easily, but I fell in love with you the first time I saw you in high school. Everything I did was to find you, get close to you, and have you. Now that I have you, everything I did has meaning."

Madara's eyes were focused, and Tobirama could see his own face in his eyes. Perhaps because of the intensive filming tonight, Madara's voice was a little hoarse and tired, but it seemed that he was deliberately hiding it. Tobirama couldn't tell whether he was talking to him as a character or as Uchiha Madara.

After seeming to hesitate for a moment, Madara suddenly asked, "Do you need me, Tobirama?"

Do you need it?

For a moment, Tobirama was in a trance. He looked at the shadows of the two people on the glass, and stroked the wrinkled script with his fingers. After a moment of stunned silence, he calmly met Madara's gaze.

"I need you."

Tobirama clenched his fists silently, finally confirming a fact. Whether it was him or "him", they both undoubtedly needed Madara.

This answer was within Madara's expectations, but it was different from what he had imagined.

Madara sat up straight after a moment of silence, and his originally low voice lost its ambiguity. "Well, the relationship and mode of getting along between two people is basically like this. But for you, the sense of control should be more obvious. But the form of each person's performance is different, you have to find the one that suits the role. Then use some special actions to strengthen this feeling. For example-"

Tobirama didn't know what Madara was going to do, he could only watch him approach, and then let the light woody scent of his body envelope him. He felt nervous for no reason.

Madara reached out and placed his hand on the back of Tobirama's exposed neck, kneading it gently, as if to comfort but also to control, then he closed the distance and pressed his forehead against his, and he continued, "Like this."

The force was not great, but Tobirama still felt a trace of pain. He raised his eyes and looked towards Madara, just in time to see Madara's deep black eyes, like a whirlpool.

He didn't know how to react, but luckily Madara quickly let go, leaning down and giving him a gentle hug.

"You have to know the difference so you don't get hurt."

The last thing Tobirama remembered when he was unconscious was the back of Madara leaving. He looked at the five fingers that were stretched out and then stretched. His eyes were confused and clear.

When setting up the scenes for married life, Naoto Takahashi invited Tobirama Senju and Madara Uchiha to watch together, and even asked them whether the furniture and objects were placed in the right places during the set. In order to make them familiar with the scenes of home, he also suggested that they stay in the room where the filming was taking place during the breaks on the set.

After the marriage, Madara moved into Tobirama's house.

Everything seemed to be the same as before marriage. Ban took on most of the housework, including but not limited to cooking, washing and drying clothes, and taking out the trash. He was very skilled at it. The only difference was that they had more intimate actions. They would kiss and hug like other couples. Sometimes when they were on vacation, they would sit on the sofa together and read books, or do something else to pass the time.

Madara's studies were not yet complete, so he had to get up early to go to the research studio. Like other couples, Tobirama would see Madara off at the entrance and kiss him on the cheek.

There are a lot of intimate scenes in these clips, but the director was never very satisfied with the kissing effect.

After another stop, Takahashi walked into the bedroom where the filming was being done. Madara and Tobirama were sitting on the love seat in the living room, each reading the script in their hands. Tobirama's face was slightly flushed, and he sat far away from Madara, looking a little irritated. Madara, on the other hand, had a calm expression, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, making him look like he was in a good mood.

Takahashi grabbed the curly hair that couldn't be held down by his cap, and his eyes wandered for a long time between the two faces with different expressions. Thinking of the continuous NGs today, he gritted his teeth and spoke, "My suggestion is - either you two should really kiss seriously?"

Seriously... kiss?!

Tobirama's face turned red in an instant, and Madara beside him laughed out loud.

"What I mean is, the previous shots always felt a little unnatural. Is Tobirama okay? Kissing isn't that difficult, so Madara can teach you!" Seeing that the situation was not right, Takahashi simply said everything in one breath.

"..." Tobirama clenched his fists. It was his good manners that prevented him from actually punching Takahashi.

"Please!" Takahashi Naoto knelt down on the ground very straightforwardly, with his head on the ground, as if he would not get up unless Tobirama agreed.

Tobirama closed his eyes, took several deep breaths, then stood up suddenly and ran away in a hurry.

Madara hurriedly chased after him, leaving Takahashi alone in the living room, crying without tears.

On the balcony outside the emergency passage, Tobirama leaned against the railing and kept adjusting his breathing, trying to let the cold wind of late autumn cool down his hot face. His mind was still in a mess.

One hand pushed open the door of the emergency passage, and Tobirama turned his head away from Madara who walked beside him. "...What are you doing here?"

"It's okay to let a stand-in do it. Some shots don't necessarily require it. You don't have to care about these unreasonable requests." Madara tried his best to sound relaxed.

Tobirama didn't answer. He looked down at the busy street scene between his crossed arms. When the temperature on his face dropped a little, he spoke, "Have you taken similar shots before?"

"Kissing scenes? I've filmed quite a few, it's unavoidable." Ban said frankly. He originally came from filming urban romance dramas.

"Then...what should we pay attention to?" Tobirama asked.

"Pay attention to your emotions." Madara winked at Tobirama, "Otherwise you'll have to reshoot many times."

Tobirama was speechless for a moment, which meant that the same kiss would be repeated many times. He felt that the temperature on his face, which had just dropped, seemed to rise again, and his cheeks were hot. He pursed his lips and turned his face away.

"Is it uncomfortable to kiss me?" Madara laughed.

"You can only draw a conclusion after experiencing it." Tobirama did not look at Madara. His voice was very low, like a whisper, but it was loud enough for Madara beside him to hear clearly.

"The choice is yours, but you can't regret it once you've made your choice. I'll be waiting for your answer, Tobirama." Madara patted Tobirama's shoulder gently, pushed open the door and left, leaving the space to Tobirama himself.

So Tobirama was the only one left on the balcony. He walked to the steps and slowly sat down. His face was burning. He covered his face with both hands helplessly and tried to breathe hard, trying to calm himself down. Madara's face kept appearing in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.

After a long while, Tobirama finally stood up as if he accepted his fate. He went to the bathroom and washed his face several times in a row, letting the cold water cool down his face. He breathed deeply in front of the mirror. The blush on his cheeks in the mirror was still obvious. He couldn't help but frown, and for some reason he doubted whether he could complete the filming of this movie.

Acting is so difficult.

Tobirama had a rare feeling of inexplicable frustration. In the end, he clenched his hands, as if he had made up his mind.

We have come this far, so let's just continue.

The studio on the other side.

Takahashi paused today's filming. He sat in front of the monitor and watched the previous footage. He was relieved but also a little regretful. He soon turned into a sad face again, grabbing Madara's arm and shaking it non-stop. Madara had to push his face away.

"What if Tobirama really doesn't want to act anymore!" Takahashi wailed.

"That's what you deserve, you bastard." Madara sneered.

"I...I'm doing this for the effect of the movie..." Takahashi argued loudly.

"Mr. Takahashi——"

Tobirama's voice interrupted their conversation.

"I'm here, please go ahead." Takahashi adjusted his baseball cap and hurried over.

"I want to talk to you alone."

When Takahashi returned to the set with satisfaction, Madara probably knew the result. Takahashi deliberately paused today's filming and cleared the set to leave the space for his two leading actors.

"Takahashi told me that you agreed?" Madara sat on the sofa in the living room and looked towards Tobirama. There were still indelible red marks on his fair face.

"Yeah." Tobirama nodded, and this time he didn't avoid Madara's sight.

"Okay, I'll teach you." said Madara.

"Don't you need to make any preparations?" Tobirama was a little nervous, with hesitation in his tone.

"No need to prepare, we can kiss at any time." Madara smiled.

Then Madara stood up from the sofa, put his hands behind Tobirama's back and moved closer. The warm breath so close to him made Tobirama blush again, but his whole body was still stiff, and he was obviously at a loss. Madara did not give him time to buffer, and before he could react, his lips were covered by something soft. Tobirama's eyes widened suddenly, but soon the sense of oppression disappeared, it was just a gentle touch.

"This is just a hasty, light kiss." Madara's hand lingered on the blushing side of Tobirama's face for a while, and then pinched it. "This is just the beginning. Don't think too much when kissing. Try it."

Tobirama hesitated for a moment, then tentatively moved closer, opened his mouth and tried to say something but swallowed it back, quickly touched Madara's lips and parted them. It was soft and seemed to feel pretty good, not as difficult as he imagined.

Like a sneaky kitten.

Ban was a little amused, such comments appeared in his mind for no reason. He was distracted for a while, but soon regained his calm expression.

"It's simple, right? It's applicable in many situations and can be used anytime and anywhere."

Tobirama nodded as if he understood, but he was interrupted by Madara just as he was about to speak.

"But being too shy is not good either." Ban said with a hint of meaning. "My suggestion is to try a few more times, or kiss her from time to time to desensitize her. But desensitization won't happen overnight, so learn other methods first."

Why is a kiss so complicated...

Tobirama's head was buzzing, a rare feeling he had, but he still tried his best to remember everything Madara said.

"The feeling of kissing is somewhat related to the position, which will affect the distribution of initiative. But it is not absolute, and the rights may be reversed at any time. Let's change places." Madara pulled Tobirama to the study.

There was a single armchair in the study. Madara sat in the armchair alone, leaning back in a relaxed manner, while Tobirama stood in front of him. When his warm fingers slid down Tobirama's thin shirt to his lower back, Tobirama's face became even hotter, but he did not give Tobirama time to react. Instead, he pressed his head with his other hand and leaned closer, raising his head to kiss Tobirama's warm lips.

The wet and hot touch made Tobirama open his eyes wide. His lips and teeth were pried open without any defense, and his mouth seemed to be filled to the point where he could hardly breathe. He felt like he was about to melt in the scorching temperature on his face, and he was no longer able to deal with the soft ravage.

"..."

It wasn't until the air started to circulate in his mouth and nose again that Tobirama came to his senses. His mouth was wet and Madara seemed to be holding back a smile, which made him a little dissatisfied, but he didn't know how to blame him.

"When kissing, you need to breathe and respond, and when you are in control, you need to give the other person enough space." Madara said seriously. "But our relationship is mainly about being natural. Since we have been married for a long time, any intimate behavior should be natural, so there is no need to be too strong. The main thing is to feel in control. Take your time, just learn how to kiss first. Did you learn how to do that just now?"

Tobirama was a little angry. He hadn't had time to think about studying just now. But he felt that it might not be his problem, so he could only shake his head honestly. "Try it again."

Madara stood up and pushed Tobirama into the chair. He stroked Tobirama's slightly hot cheek, and his palm groped along his jaw to the back of his neck. Before kissing him, his low and hoarse reminder fell into Tobirama's ears, "Learn well." Only then did Tobirama wake up again, and tried hard to remember every movement of Madara kissing him.

This time, Ban seemed to slow down his movements intentionally, and their lips touched much more gently. The simple touch slowly turned into sticky sucking, and then gradually progressed to a deeper entanglement, becoming a long kiss.

"Have you learned it?"

TBC.

Chapter 2

Summary: Madara and Tobirama co-starred in a movie. As a couple in the script, Tobirama had to learn kissing techniques from Madara...

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  "Have you learned it?"

Tobirama nodded thoughtfully, he did remember it.

The subsequent intimate scenes were as smooth and natural as Naoto Takahashi had expected, which made him extremely pleased.

As time goes by, this marriage relationship is also quietly changing. Tobirama is not as perfect as he looks. He doesn't pay much attention to his daily life, and doesn't even need Madara to remind him to eat. During his workdays, Madara needs to call him dozens of times to remind him to eat on time, and the same is true at home.

Madara naturally became the "pillar" of the family, taking care of Tobirama's life, maintaining his good health, creating a harmonious and clean living environment at home, and ensuring that the house would not explode or his lover would not starve to death when he was not at home.

But Madara didn't mind, because no matter when he came home, Tobirama would always be waiting for him at the entrance, and then say "You're back" with a smile.

It is difficult to describe how happy Madara was the moment he returned home and opened the door.

The only problem is that Tobirama is always free at home and is not willing to wear clothes properly. Clothes are a bit troublesome and cumbersome for him. Madara doesn't mind, after all, Tobirama always needs him. In addition to his company and care, he also needs his love and desire. Their intimacy is not limited to occasions, and any corner of the house can become a place to relieve emotions.

Except occasionally when one of them is away on business.

Madara followed the professor's team to Hokkaido to attend a seminar. Unfortunately, it rained heavily in the place where they were. Madara chose a single room at his own expense, and when he returned to the room, the rain outside the window was even heavier.

The dense rain formed a layer of rain curtain on the French window. Before Ban had time to wash up, his lover called. He stood in front of the window with his arms folded, looking at the city in the rain. His healthy muscles were revealed under his rolled-up sleeves. His reflection on the glass was smiling gently.

Far away in Tokyo, Tobirama was sitting in his study. Only a desk lamp was on in front of him. He held a mobile phone in one hand with Madara's name displayed on the screen. In the other hand, he held a pen and was anxiously turning it back and forth on his fingertips.

On the phone, Madara briefly recounted some of the things that happened during the day, his tone was brisk, and Tobirama listened quietly the whole time. Madara's narration was almost over after just a few words, and finally he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, leaned his head against the glass and spoke in a hoarse voice: "I'm thinking about you, Tobirama."

The deep voice with a slight electric sound entered Tobirama's ears. He pressed down the pen in his hand, and the knuckles of his fingers that gripped the pen turned slightly white. He lowered his eyelashes and looked at the empty desk. His Adam's apple rolled, and ambiguous words leaked out little by little with his lips. The desire to devour was clearly revealed in his words.

"I want you."

Every word was clear. Madara's breathing was a little rapid. He clenched the phone tightly, and the breath from his mouth and nose formed a cloud of mist on the glass. His palm stretched down from the unbuttoned collar along the neckline.

The shot stopped abruptly.

The moment he called a halt, Madara left in a hurry, leaving the confused assistant at a loss with the newly arrived coffee and snacks. Tobirama took the drinks and food for Madara and placed them on the desk.

Takahashi approached with the script in hand. He gave a thumbs up and did not hide his appreciation. "This feeling is exactly right! It's like being extremely hungry and wanting to eat but not being able to!"

Although Tobirama did not understand the meaning of that sentence, he still remembered what the director said to him before filming began, which could be said to be an enlightenment-like guidance.

"What does this line mean?"

"It doesn't matter. Just imagine that you are starving and you are about to order from the menu—"

This strange description really gave him a vivid reminder. Tobirama particularly agreed with this.

"Hey? Where's Madara?" Takahashi looked around for a while but didn't see any trace of Madara.

In the bathroom of the studio, Ban was breathing heavily in front of the mirror, with water stains still on his hair. He took a few deep breaths again before he slowly calmed down. Those words kept appearing in his mind like a spell, lingering.

"Really..."

How could there be a reaction in this situation?

The embarrassed look made Ban laugh for no reason. He reached out again to wipe the water stains on his face. When he looked up, the pair of dark eyes in the mirror had returned to calm.

After reshooting several shots from multiple angles for the two phone call scenes, the filming moved on to the next plot. However, during the reshoot, Takahashi Naoto always felt a chill in his back. Whenever he turned around, he could always see Uchiha Madara staring at him with an unfathomable smile. He even suspected that Madara knew something.

But this isn't the first time I've felt this way.

Takahashi thought it was better to just laugh it off, and then happily took the loudspeaker to coordinate the arrangement of lights and cameras. He rearranged the new props in the living room scene, and then cleared the scene.

The camera falls on the entrance of the living room.

The light of the setting sun fell on the living room and the corridor in front of the entrance. The door was opened, and Ban walked across the entrance barefoot onto the wooden floor.

A familiar figure walked out of the bedroom, naked and sleepy. The warm sunlight cast a light golden hue on his fair skin. Tobirama raised his hand to cover one of his eyes as if his eyes were irritated by the sunlight. He approached Madara step by step.

Madara untied his tie skillfully, and pieces of clothing fell at his feet one by one. Then he hugged Tobirama's waist and kissed his lips.

After Takahashi called a halt, Madara quickly let go of Tobirama. He took the large bathrobe beside him and handed it to Tobirama before turning his back and tying the bath towel around his waist. He heard Tobirama whisper "thank you" behind him.

"What?" Madara pretended not to hear anything, turned around and looked at the person behind him with a smile.

It was only when Tobirama was out of the camera that he really noticed Madara's body. He had never imagined that Madara would have such a good figure when he took off his clothes. Now the well-proportioned muscle lines on Madara's body were right in front of him, so close. Thinking of this, he felt his face getting hot.

Why don't you put on your clothes properly after the shoot? And this guy looks almost the same as me when he is wearing clothes!

With his head in a mess, Tobirama was now particularly irritated and raised his voice unconsciously, "I said thank you!"

After saying that, Takahashi cast a puzzled look from afar. Madara moved sideways to block Takahashi's probing sight. He suddenly reached out and pinched Tobirama's hot cheek, smiling brightly, "You're welcome."

"..."

Tobirama broke away from his hand in dissatisfaction and sat far away from him at the other end of the sofa.

"I want to talk about the next part—" Takahashi walked into the living room and asked the photographer to place the new camera next to the sofa. He then pulled the two actors to continue explaining, "This part is very simple, but you still can't wear clothes. Tobirama is on top, and then just stick close to them. Just look at them kissing a little bit."

"You mean we should just," Tobirama couldn't help but interrupt him, pausing and gesturing, "stick together like this?"

Takahashi scratched his hair, smiled shyly but nodded sincerely, "That's right! Because the camera here will shoot my butt, so I can't put on clothes secretly."

"Does it have to be like this..." Tobirama's expression was a little distorted, and he couldn't say the word.

"It is very necessary. I have thought about it carefully. Every shot is meaningful." Takahashi said it very confidently, and his confident tone made it impossible to question it.

Madara patted Tobirama's face, which was blank for a moment, as if to comfort him, but he slapped his hand away. There was some silent anger in his eyes, as if Madara and the director were in cahoots.

The camera moves from bottom to top. The afterglow of the setting sun becomes increasingly dim. Only dust floats in the quiet air. A drop of water falls into the kitchen sink without warning. Clothes are scattered on the wooden floor next to the sofa in the living room. Two figures overlap on the sofa.

Madara had one leg half-draped over the sofa, one leg bent, his hands wrapped around Tobirama's waist loosely hugging him. Tobirama lay on top of Madara, his face buried in his neck, his hands clasped on Madara's shoulders, motionless.

However, Madara could sense Tobirama's hot breath on his shoulder, and the skin of the two people pressed together was warm in different ways. Tobirama's chest rose and fell slightly in response to his restless breath, and even if he was immersed in the role, he was still uncontrollably affected by his own feelings. After all, this was a real body, a real living person, and Tobirama could even hear the "thump thump" of the heart beating rapidly in his chest. He couldn't tell whether it belonged to him or Madara.

As long as the filming is finished...

Tobirama thought to himself, trying to ignore the strange hot feeling where they were pressed together, and the random thoughts that were exploding like fireworks in his mind.

The hand that fell on Tobirama's waist groped along his back to the back of his neck. When he raised his head, his mouth was blocked. Even though he was used to kissing, he was still a little surprised. The lust in Madara's eyes was revealed. Although it was not a deep kiss, just a sticky touch, Tobirama bit it without thinking too much. When he tried to break free, his wrist was grabbed and he couldn't move.

Doesn't this go beyond the requirement of "kiss"?

Even though he could taste the rusty taste, Ban still didn't let go and kept sucking on Tobirama's lips.

"Cut!"

Until Takahashi called for a stop, followed by crisp applause. Tobirama pushed Madara away, panting and sitting on him with a red face, eyes wide open, not caring about the people around him, he picked up his bathrobe, put it on and left quickly.

Ban felt a burning pain on his face. He was stunned for a moment, then slapped his forehead in annoyance. He actually lost control during filming. Really...

Takahashi gave the photographer a warning look before throwing the towel at Madara with a look of disgust on his face, "Go and apologize, you bastard! How could you do such a thing!"

"..."

Madara ignored him, tied his scarf, picked up the clothes on the ground, and hurriedly chased after him.

Tobirama hid in the bathroom. He had changed into his original clothes, and his red face had recovered a lot. He was facing the mirror and trying to adjust his breathing. He was a little regretful about the slap just now.

But what on earth is Madara thinking? This part is clearly not in the script. But if it fits the character, it doesn't seem to be an overreach.

He is a little irritable.

"Tobirama--" Madara was knocking on the door.

Tobirama frowned and thought for a moment, then tried to calm down and opened the door. Madara looked calm, he had changed his clothes, but there was still an obvious slap mark on his face, obviously he didn't consider the consequences of that blow.

"Go ahead." Tobirama tried to appear calm, but he avoided Madara's gaze.

Madara tried his best to look apologetic, even though it looked awkward to Tobirama. He took a deep breath and bowed his head deeply, "I'm really sorry, I was a little too involved just now, I'm sorry that as a professional actor, I acted out of control and offended others, I'm really sorry."

It is true.

For some reason, Tobirama came to this conclusion in his mind. He should have known that this was the case. If this was the reason, he had no reason to continue to be angry. In the end, he reached out to Madara, "I guessed that was the case. I'm also sorry that I didn't realize that this matter got out of control and hit you. I hope you can forgive me too."

Madara was a little surprised. He didn't expect it to be solved so easily. If it was another actor... He couldn't help but smile when he thought of this. He took the opportunity to hold Tobirama's hand and said, "It's okay. This will make me feel better."

"However," Tobirama suddenly spoke, his brows furrowed even more tightly, "If you really have any interesting ideas for filming, I will try my best to cooperate if you tell me in advance. I'm really sorry that it was so sudden just now."

Hearing this, Madara said "Oh" meaningfully and simply agreed.

As the swelling on Ban's face could not be relieved for a while, today's filming had to be suspended. As compensation for the delayed filming, Ban treated the crew members to afternoon tea and exquisite snacks.

Originally, Madara wanted to ask Hashirama, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, to help deliver it, but he heard that he was blocked by Tobirama because the director strictly forbade him to appear in Tobirama's sight during this period. Tobirama had already made an agreement with him, but he couldn't help but break the agreement and secretly called Tobirama, and was finally taught a lesson by his younger brother on the phone.

Madara hung up the phone early and interrupted Hashirama's crying. After all, he had no way to solve the problem of breaking the agreement.

Late at night, Madara changed into loose clothes and went to Tobirama for teaching as usual. He always tried to dress casually and decently so that Tobirama could get into the mood more easily.

Strangely, there was no movement in the room when he knocked on the door.

"Tobirama?"

Ban asked in a low voice through the door. It was rare for him to be turned away.

"I'm tired today. Let's talk about it tomorrow." After a long time, Tobirama's calm but slightly dull voice came from behind the door.

Is it because of what happened during the day?

Madara was silent for a moment.

He rarely did anything impulsive, especially something as impulsive as forcibly kissing a naked opponent actor during filming on the set. It was indeed too impulsive, and even if he wanted to, it shouldn't be at that time.

So, when did he fall in love with Tobirama?

Behind the door, Tobirama sat alone on the familiar long sofa, and the single sofa opposite where Madara often sat was still placed in the original position. His eyes fell on the empty cushion, and his brows were twisted into a small mountain, unable to relax.

What on earth is he upset about?

Tobirama unconsciously shifted his gaze and looked at his own reflection in the glass. For some reason, his familiar face looked a little strange. When he restrained his expression, he seemed more like "him". But at this moment, "him" did not look very happy.

Is it because of "out of control"?

Recalling the scene of Madara kissing him during the filming, Tobirama's brows finally slowly relaxed, but a hint of surprise and confusion flashed in his eyes.

Now he is not angry because of Madara's loss of control, but "he" is angry because of his lover's loss of control.

The main plot has been basically filmed.

The two most important intimate scenes are placed at this stage because

At this point, the two main actors have already immersed themselves in their roles.

It's getting better and better and has reached a very good state.

The bedroom is decorated in warm colors, with large bay windows on both sides.

A tatami-style bed, the beige quilt looks particularly

There is a small low cabinet next to the bed.

There were a few books stuffed inside, and a small desk lamp on the cabinet.

and an electronic clock. The sun shines through and falls on the Bohemian style

The carpet is quiet when you walk on it barefoot.

There didn't seem to be anything special about the wedding night.

The curtains on the bay window beside the bed were blown up by the night wind, and the electronic

The clock ticked silently, and the potted plants in the corner trembled from time to time.

The leaves are moving, and everything is quiet.

Until the sound of the key turning the lock broke the silence.

Two people in black and white suits walked into the door one after another, and the camera was locked on the door.

He was mouthing "Kiss me" on his lips.

It seemed that Madara suddenly woke up from his confusion at this moment. He stretched out his arms to hug Tobirama, and cautiously tried to kiss and touch him, which gradually turned into more intense sucking.

The two men stumbled to take off their suits and untie their ties.

Kissing from the entrance all the way to the bookshelf next to the bedroom, Ban suddenly opened the door

He pressed his hand against the bookshelf, his hand tied with an untied tie, staring at the

He stared at his newlywed lover.

Panting, with a faint smile on his lips, he grabbed

Madara's collar, and took the initiative to press his lips again.

Takahashi finally called a halt, and the effect was surprisingly good.

The student's reaction was beyond his expectations.

He didn't say much to the two actors, but just asked the props team and the stage

I had to adjust the bedroom setting as quickly as possible, and then hurriedly put the nearby

The almost naked Madara and Tobirama were stuffed into the bed.

The clothes were in disarray, and the soft blanket only covered the waist.

Position. Tobirama sank into the soft bed, and Madara was

In front of him, his hands were propped up on the bed, and the skin of his waist and abdomen was pressed against

His chest rose and fell noticeably. He looked at Ban calmly.

His eyes were full of lust, and he reached out to touch the side of Kamikama's face.

This is a kind of acceptance and permission. This part is not in the script.

But Madara responded immediately. He turned his head and rubbed against the door.

Palm, with a look of nostalgia on his face, he leaned down to

Kiss your lover on the lips.

After this segment was over, Takahashi sat behind the monitor in silence for a while. He did not say whether to use it or not. He just reshot the footage from two angles and asked the prop master to re-set the scene. The studio was also quickly adjusted to a night scene.

The neon lights flickered at night, shining through the gauze curtains on the bed.

On the mattress, there was only the rustling of fabrics rubbing against each other and the occasional brush of the hand.

The sound of the wind.

Without warning, Tobirama opened his eyes. His light shone in the sky.

He paused on the ceiling for a moment, then turned his head to look at the side

The sleeping Ban was breathing steadily, seemingly unaware.

Slowly sitting up, he looked down and stared blankly for a moment, then lifted the quilt.

Sitting astride Madara's body, his hands quietly pressed on Madara's

On the neck, ten fingers slowly tightened, but when they touched the warm skin

That moment stopped.

Tears silently fell down Tobirama's cheeks, and Madara felt

There was something warm and moist on it. Then Tobirama bent down and held

She kissed his cheek and pressed her lips against his.

The gentle touch gradually turned into an increasingly intense bite.

His breathing became heavier, and the light in his eyes became clearer.

Clear.

It was at this time that Madara woke up.

He couldn't see Tobirama's eyes, but he quickly adapted to his lover's passionate

The kiss, Tobirama's rare initiative made him sober up a lot, he was passionate

She responded gently, letting her lips and tongues entangle with each other. Her chest rose and fell repeatedly.

There was already a burning sensation in the chest, and behind the door

The palm also slid towards the lower back.

He couldn't see Tobirama's eyes, but he quickly adapted to his lover's passionate

The kiss, Tobirama's rare initiative made him sober up a lot, he was passionate

She responded gently, letting her lips and tongues entangle with each other. Her chest rose and fell repeatedly.

There was already a burning sensation in the chest, and behind the door

His palm also slid to his lower back. He raised his neck and greeted her with a smile.

Then came the stormy kiss from Ueka.

After the shooting ended this time, Tobirama did not leave immediately.

He sat by the bed, silently waiting for his breathing to gradually stabilize, refusing to

No one was allowed to get close to him.

Gao Qiao was shocked when he saw the playback on the monitor.

He almost wanted to skin and bone the other person and eat him.

It surprised and delighted him.

Takahashi could assert that Tobirama had become "him".

After finishing his work, Madara returned to the studio, but only saw Takahashi with a look of

He was watching the filming clip excitedly.

He pointed at the red eyes of Tobirama in the clip.

eyes, "Is this your design?"

"Uh..." Takahashi hesitated, feeling a little guilty.

He nodded repeatedly. "Yeah, yeah, not bad, right?"

Madara didn't answer. For some reason, he had an uncomfortable feeling.

Back at the hotel, Madara went to Tobirama's room and knocked on the door as usual.

The door was ajar, and there was no light inside, so the view was a little dim. Without thinking too much, Madara quietly opened the door and walked in. Tobirama was sitting on the long sofa, and the neon lights and hustle and bustle outside the window seemed particularly far away.

Madara didn't know what Tobirama was thinking, he still sat on the familiar single sofa as usual, watching Tobirama quietly in the dark night. He always felt that Tobirama seemed to be too deep into the role, he vaguely remembered that Tobirama was not like this at the beginning.

He didn't know what Tobirama was thinking, so he could only wait for Tobirama to speak first.

After an unknown amount of time, Madara's gaze seemed to be enough to trace Tobirama's outline several times. Sitting blankly, Tobirama slowly turned his head, his voice a little hoarse, and he spoke word by word, "Do you want to practice kissing, Madara, sir?"

Madara's somewhat surprised face was reflected in those beautiful red eyes. Madara didn't let Tobirama wait too long, he quickly gave the answer.

"good."

After all, he couldn't refuse this reason.

Tobirama took the initiative to move closer to Madara, holding his hands on Madara's cheeks, pressing his soft lips against the corners of his mouth, and pressing most of his body against Madara's. Madara took advantage of the situation and put his arms around Tobirama's waist and held him in his arms, raising his chin and constantly responding to this kitten-like kiss. He touched repeatedly like a dragonfly skimming the water, and from time to time, the tip of his tongue rubbed across his lips, sticky and sticky as if he was acting coquettish.

Thinking of this, Madara smiled unconsciously. Tobirama didn't pay attention to his laughter. The hand holding his cheek turned to hug his neck and kept nibbling Madara's slightly harsh lips. In the silent night, only the continuous and ambiguous sound of water stains was left.

Except for the occasional breath, there was almost no gap between their mouths. Although they didn't go too deep, the kisses kept coming one after another as if it would never end. Tobirama tried to adjust his breathing rhythm so that the gaps between kisses wouldn't be too long. Madara was more familiar with it, and he completely indulged in such a seemingly unreasonable demand. Tobirama's lips seemed especially soft and easy to kiss.

This long and sticky kiss lasted for a long time, and Madara hugged Tobirama and moved from the single sofa to the soft bed. Tobirama hooked Madara's neck and pressed his cheek against his lips, kissing and nibbling, but not hard, just asking for Madara's response and the pleasure visible in his eyes. He didn't care about Madara's physical reaction, and he could even continue without changing his expression. He didn't care that they would always brush against each other unexpectedly.

When Madara hugged Tobirama, he always felt like he was holding a big cat in his arms, clingy but not very obedient. His good professionalism allowed him to remain calm even when he had a reaction, after all, it was inappropriate, even though they were so close.

The kisses continued for a long time, so long that Madara felt his mouth getting hot. He was stunned for a moment when Tobirama pushed him away, but he didn't say anything.

"Let's stop here today. We still have to shoot during the day." Tobirama licked his lips, avoided Madara's sight, and lifted the quilt and crawled in. He immediately buried his face in the quilt, his eyes wide open, covering up his burning ears.

What on earth is he doing!

When Tobirama came to his senses, his mind exploded instantly. Let's not talk about why he kissed Madara in this name, the key point is that it lasted too long! Thinking about it, his knee or leg seemed to have touched something that shouldn't have been touched just now, they were obviously not in a relationship, but they actually did it... to this extent... Really! It's terrible!

Madara's shirt was already wrinkled beyond recognition. He raised his eyebrows slightly and didn't say much, just said "OK", and got off Tobirama's bed. He sat on the bedside of Tobirama, smiled and leaned close to pinch the red face. Tobirama tried to dodge but failed, and Madara left quickly.

Back in the room, Ban looked at the time on his phone and felt a little amused. They kissed for three hours?

"So - nothing happened between you two, right?" Takahashi Naoto stared at Senju Tobirama with suspicion on his face.

Today, Tobirama sat neatly in the dressing room, allowing the makeup artist to use foundation and concealer to cover up the traces of dark circles under his eyes, and applied an ice pack to reduce the swelling of his swollen mouth.

Tobirama shook his head, not wanting to speak. His eyes glanced around the studio unintentionally, but he didn't catch any familiar figures. He felt inexplicably irritated, so much so that his brows were furrowed, but he never asked.

He didn't know in what position to ask about another person's whereabouts.

Takahashi has already started preparing for the shooting, and the scene is still the original "home". He did not ignore the changes in Tobirama, but turned a deaf ear to them. The phone screen that just went off showed his communication with Madara.

: Please [make sure] to disconnect from the door today.

:?

: Shooting required :)

When setting the scene, Takahashi asked Tobirama to stay in the bedroom. The prop master stacked some clean takeout boxes and placed them in the corners of the sink and the kitchen. The sofa was cluttered with clothes such as windbreakers that had just been taken off, wrinkled shirts, and trousers with the legs turned inside out. Some of the opened books were casually thrown upside down on the carpet and the coffee table.

These arrangements make the whole house look messy.

In the glass vase in the corner of the bedroom was a withered rose, which had lost its vitality, as if it had been forgotten for a long time. Tobirama was sitting on the messy bed, with the other side of the bed half-opened, as if it had never been covered again.

No one knows when the person who left will come back, or maybe he will never come back.

Tobirama stayed alone in this room for the whole day.

In the morning, after washing up and changing into more comfortable clothes, he went to the study room, took out half a sandwich and milk from the refrigerator, and sat at the dining table to read documents while eating until after two in the afternoon. At this time, he ordered takeout for lunch or dinner, which was a simple curry and rice. He ate it hard, washed the plastic box of rice, and returned to the desk, turned on the computer to start editing the recent findings, and did some translation work by the way, so as to better study the history of the ruins.

It was already late at night when Tobirama stood up from the desk. He propped his chin up and looked at the furnishings in the house with lifeless eyes, as if he was not thinking about anything.

When I turned on my phone, apart from software and news displayed on the screen, there were only greetings and exchanges from colleagues and students.

Something seems to be missing.

As he thought about it, he returned to the bed, lay down under the quilt, and buried his face in the empty space on the other side.

Tobirama stood up when Takahashi walked into the bedroom. He retrieved his cell phone and did not see any new notifications.

"The last part today is very simple, just control your emotions," Takahashi reminded.

"Shouldn't this be a shot of two people?" Tobirama was puzzled.

"Just act according to the script." Takahashi avoided the question, his tone sounded much colder, "It's common to act to the air."

The director had said so, and Tobirama couldn't say anything else. The messages on his phone were very quiet, which made him a little dazed. Maybe what happened last night was just a dream.

The surroundings returned to silence, and the dim light could only illuminate a corner of the living room. Tobirama curled up on the familiar sofa, his eyes fixed blankly on the tablet computer that was playing the evening news. The silent mode was on, so only a faint light was flashing.

Water was dripping from the sink in the open kitchen from time to time, hitting the plastic boxes piled up in the sink. One of the black garbage bags in the corner of the kitchen somehow fell over with a "splash", and a can rolled out from the untied opening, rolling to the side of the cabinet before stopping.

Then there was silence again.

Tobirama sat up as if he had noticed something, and pressed his eyes with both hands. The veins on his forehead seemed to be exposed because he was too strong, and his back was obviously shaking, but a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth for no reason. Then he stood up shakily, walked through the living room step by step to the entrance, and he opened the door without hesitation, showing a bright smile to the outside.

"You're back."

It was not until the last light on the set went out that Tobirama walked out of his makeshift home. The entrance was dark and quiet, with the wind rushing past his feet. He sat on a reclining chair in the lounge area, and the screen of his cell phone was also silent, with only sporadic real-time information, but nothing he wanted.

After a long time, Tobirama finally stood up and left this place full of traces of another person. He wrapped his windbreaker tightly and walked hurriedly towards the hotel.

Not far behind him, Takahashi, wearing a baseball cap, narrowed his eyes and looked at his departing back, then silently raised the corners of his mouth.

It was already late when Madara returned to the hotel. He did not expect that today's schedule would take so much time. When he walked to the door of the room, he noticed that the door of the room was closed and there was no movement in the room. He did not pay much attention to it. Today's schedule was a bit tight, so his body was too tired and he did not have much energy to think about the many reasons behind it.

The rare tiredness made Madara fall into sleep easily. He didn't dream, so he woke up quickly when there was a knock on the door.

Although his mind was still half awake and half asleep, he still opened the door instinctively. After all, actors often have to shoot day and night and must be ready to wake up at any time.

"Tobirama?"

The figure standing at the door surprised Madara.

Tobirama was wearing loose pajamas, with a faint blue tint under his eyes. He looked directly into Madara's eyes, "I want to sleep with you, is that okay?"

Madara didn't think too much, he grabbed Tobirama's hand and pulled him into the room. He walked to the bed and lifted the thick quilt. Tobirama lay down in the quilt and slept well. Madara slept on the other side with sleepy eyes, and opened his eyes soon after lying down. He groped in the quilt and grabbed Tobirama's hand and held it in his palm, as if he was opening his arms. When he closed his eyes, a warm body came into his arms again. Madara didn't think much, and hugged him reflexively.

Now that things have come to this, let's go to sleep.

When Madara woke up, Tobirama was still asleep. He had the habit of getting up early, and his assistant had already brought him some hot black coffee to help him reduce his swelling. At his age, he still had to take care of his body.

Standing by the French window and drinking black coffee, Madara felt his mind clear up a lot. He just remembered what happened yesterday, first the director's strange instructions, then Tobirama's unexplained request. Everything was filled with an indescribable strange feeling. He seemed to be hiding something.

Thinking of this, he returned to the bed. Tobirama was curled up in the quilt, with only a pair of eyes showing. The area around his eyes seemed to be red and swollen, as if he had been crying.

What exactly happened?

Madara frowned, and unconsciously reached out his hand to rub Tobirama's warm cheek. He was really worried.

Without warning, Tobirama opened his eyes. Madara froze, but did not withdraw his hand. Tobirama seemed to have noticed nothing, but followed Madara's touch and crawled out from under the quilt, opening his arms and tightly hugging Madara's neck.

"Where have you been? I thought you were gone..."

Tobirama's voice was muffled, but sounded particularly aggrieved, and seemed to contain obvious complaints.

Madara was a little at a loss for a moment but still hugged Tobirama back and patted him gently on the back. He tried to soften his tone and said, "It was a few announcements that we had agreed on long ago, but they were all squeezed into one day. I didn't have time to tell you."

...

There was no need for him to report his whereabouts to Tobirama.

Madara's hands paused slightly. Although he didn't think there was anything wrong with this action, the current state of Tobirama was not what he wanted. It shouldn't be like this between them, or it shouldn't be like this because of the script.

After a moment of silence, Madara stroked Tobirama's cheek and asked him to look up at him. "What kind of script did you get, Tobirama? Can you tell me?"

Tobirama was stunned for a moment, he closed his eyes in some pain, then shook his head and refused. "I'm sorry, I promised the director not to tell anyone."

"It's Takahashi..." Ban maintained a stiff smile on his face, and his clenched hands made a "crackling" sound. "Good, very good——l

It was not until Madara rushed out of the room that Tobirama reacted and chased after him. He had a bad feeling.

"We'll shoot a few more scenes today, and we'll start shooting outside tomorrow. The new studio has been built, and -"

"Bang!"

Before Takahashi could react, the oncoming fist had already hit him in the face. If the assistant beside him hadn't helped him up, he would have fallen to the ground.

"spot?"

Before Takahashi could ask, Madara had already pulled the assistant away with one hand, grabbed him by the collar and punched him in the eye.

"No! Tobirama, help me!"

Takahashi was hit so hard that he saw stars and felt dizzy. He only had time to hold his head with both hands.

"You still dare to call me Tobirama?" Madara was furious.

"Ban!" Tobirama followed closely behind, ran up and grabbed Ban's arm. He took a breath and tried to pull the two apart but failed, so he had to persuade him, "Don't blame the director, I agreed."

Madara's chest was heaving, his eyes were fixed on Takahashi's dodging face, and there were whispers all around him. He looked around before putting his hand down in dismay. "Why didn't you let Tobirama tell me the script? You, don't you know that excessive empathy can kill people by treating a new actor like this?!"

"I...but Tobirama agreed..." Takahashi lowered his head. He didn't dare to refute, nor did he dare to explain that he didn't mention much when he told Tobirama about the danger.

Hearing this, Ban couldn't help but roll his eyes, "He doesn't know, but you don't know too? You old bastard..."

"Bara, I, I'm fine—" Tobirama tugged at Madara's hand again, slowly opening his clenched fist and holding it. "I don't blame the director, I just didn't realize that I was too naive. I thought it wouldn't affect me too much."

"You, don't underestimate the profession of actor." Madara sighed and loosened Takahashi's collar. He ignored Takahashi's grateful look towards Tobirama and squeezed Tobirama's palm. "Being affected by another soul is a terrible thing. Besides, this story is not as simple as it seems. Right, Takahashi?"

Just as he was about to move away, Takahashi Naoto stepped back with a dry laugh, "Ha, ha, ha, yes."

In the end, Takahashi confessed to Madara.

From the beginning to the end, only Tobirama had a complete script. The sequel of this story is that Madara and Tobirama went to an ancient ruins together to explore. A mudslide separated Madara, Tobirama and the students. Madara died in the ruins, and the students and Tobirama were successfully rescued. The scene that Tobirama filmed alone was the scene when Madara's ghost returned home.

Tobirama listened quietly to Takahashi telling the story of him and Madara, and he had calmed down a lot. Madara held his hand tightly, not loosening it at all, and he even felt a little pain, but a little happy.

"What if you told me earlier?" Madara still didn't want to give Takahashi a good look. This guy is always like this when making movies, using any means necessary.

"I just did it for the movie effect." Takahashi lowered his head, he didn't dare to speak too loudly.

"We've worked together so many times, and you still don't believe in my professionalism?" Madara rolled his eyes.

Tobirama didn't say anything. He felt relieved now. When he blinked, he seemed to see "his" face in the glass behind Madara, but he didn't care anymore.

After all, as Senju Tobirama, he has a lot.

The subsequent filming went much more smoothly. Hashirama and Izuna visited the set several times, but when Hashirama came, they were filming the scene of Madara's death, and the bloody special effects makeup scared Hashirama. When filming Madara's solo scenes, Tobirama had already finished filming and returned to school. Takahashi used real scenes to shoot the remaining personal scenes, shooting in various places, striving for a realistic atmosphere.

When Madara finished filming and the movie entered the production stage, Tobirama also applied for a vacation. He and Madara made an appointment to go to Hokkaido for a winter vacation to relax.

Hokkaido's winter is really charming.

The flying snow covered all kinds of buildings and roads. Vehicles crushed the snow on the ground, leaving traces, and pedestrians ran past in a hurry.

There is a low red house standing alone in the forest. There is thick snow and frost on the windowsills and the roof. Through two huge glass windows, you can see the warm yellow lights in the house and a middle-aged man operating the coffee machine.

"Please enjoy your meal."

Two cups of steaming coffee were pushed in front of Uchiha Madara. After thanking him, he took the coffee and sat down by the window. The hot drink made Senju Tobirama's face blurry, and he showed a satisfied expression.

Madara's hands were always a little cold, and Senju Tobirama's face, buried in the scarf, was slightly flushed, which looked really cute. Madara looked at Tobirama and slowly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"Tobirama, come here for a moment."

Madara hooked his finger at Tobirama, motioning him to come closer.

"?" Tobirama was a little confused, but still leaned over obediently.

Madara laughed softly in his ear and quietly pulled Tobirama into his arms, tightening his grip little by little, as if he was afraid he would leave.

"I love you, Tobirama Senju."

For a moment, Tobirama felt his face turn red. He blinked, not knowing how to respond, but his brain reacted quickly and he turned his face and kissed her.

"Me too."

END.