"You know," Izuna said as his best friend approached, tilting his head back; he hummed happily as clever fingers ruffled through his hair, undoing his ponytail, "someday we should tell them."

"And open ourselves to the inevitable wailing and swearing?" Tobirama asked wryly, knuckles rubbing up and down Izuna's neck as he settled behind Izuna, both of them looking out over the bustling mess that would - hopefully - one day be a proper village.

"We could start with 'for one thing, we weren't idiots about everything'!" Izuna suggested brightly, and grinned as Tobirama snickered, tugging lightly at his hair.