This one picks up as a continuation of Gentled Need which I wrote for a different 3SF prompt!

"I don't- How can- No!" Madara shook his head tightly, tears gathering and making Sharingan gleam even brighter.

"Madara. . ." Tobirama stroked his cheek again, Madara's hair falling over the back of his hand. "Let Sharingan go," he coaxed, all but crooning the words and petting Madara's face and down his neck over his shoulder, waiting, offering a reassuring smile, until he finally did, "Madara, I love you." he said firmly, eyes locked with Madara's own once more onyx ones.