Lightskin Behavior (Various! Naruto characters x Black! Reader)

Mac 'n Cheese With A Single Pork Chop On Top

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In the end, you couldn't fight Tobirama because he was a ghost, but you walked it off like a G by teaching Hashirama how to dance like a majorette.

“So then I move like this?” Hashirama furrowed his brows, his hips stiff as he attempted to shake them side to side.

You shook your head, “Nah you actin’ scared of the dance!” You managed to tap his armor, though you still didn't know how you could do that. “Take all this off.”

Hashirama raised a brow at your antics before responding. “You're a little young for me, (Y/n). I don't think I can do that for you.”

“NIGGA!” You facepalmed, dragging your hands down your face with a groan. “Ion een wanna do the dance no more.” You dragged your feet towards the bathroom.

Hashirama was immediately in tears, “Wait! I still wanna learn the dance though!” Fake, cartoony tears flew from his face, until you tossed your phone towards him. The first Hokage was silent as he effortlessly caught your phone.

“Go ahead and practice, I needa go pee.” You waved it off, continuing to your personal bathroom.

“Thanks!” He grinned brightly, setting the phone against a table centerpiece in the living room before playing the TikTok video.

Tobirama rested his forehead in his hands from disappointment. “My brother, the dumbass.”

Back to you, after relieving and cleaning yourself, you washed your hands thoroughly. You made the mistake of looking in the mirror and sighed, relaxing your shoulders now that you were alone.

You were so fucking tired.

There were only so many dishes and desserts you could make before the reality of your situation would take you. You've been holding up this front so that you wouldn't have a meltdown before the plot began, but it was really weighing you down.

‘How much longer do I have left before I can't keep going?’

You refused to think of your siblings at the moment. Them being your only weakness, you knew you'd fall apart if they came to mind.

“(Y/n)! Are you decent?” Tobirama’s voice hummed from the other side of the door. Slowly, you tore your gaze from the empty eyes that stared back at you in the mirror, looking to the door.

You covered your dull tone with a breathy sigh, “Come on in, there's room for another.” You dryly joked. Tobirama phased through the door immediately, his arms crossed like a disappointed parent.

“We'd thought you got lost in here,” He replied sarcastically, “It's been almost half an hour.”

“Damn, that long? I sort of just,” You looked back at the mirror, dramatically grazing your fingers over the glass, “Got lost in this beauty.”

Tobirama sucked his teeth, throwing his hands up, “Girl, get the fuck on.” He walked through the door once more, disappearing behind it.

Of course, you followed after with an exaggerated groan. “Beauty standards have changed since you were alive, Uncle Sam.”

He turned back sharply, pointing an accusatory finger at you, “Keep calling me that, I swear.” You noticed his fist shaking as he stared you down.

“Ugh, careful, you might get a heart attack.” You rolled your eyes, passing through the man with no hesitation. You heard him gasp as though he'd been violated, the dramatic theater kid he was.