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tobirama didnt know what to feel.
he thought he had grew desensitized over the years. Taking every single insult, curse, and threat from clan members or enemies.
He took in their resentment like it was nothing.
and yet.
He really didn’t know how to feel when kagami asked him why people hated him so much.
The boy wasn’t wrong for asking, especially since he was too young to even understand the concept of war.
Why did people even hate him so much?
For his looks? He always thought of it as a foolish reason. He knows the clan elders hate him for the reason that they believe his looks to be an omen from the gods.
Tobirama couldn’t help but wonder when they’d get their heads out of their asses and realize he was just an albino, lacking melanin in his body.
For his fighting prowess? He understood why the Uchiha would hate him for this, but for his own clan to also hate him for such a reason always made him feel…. sour.
He would hear the adults of the clan whisper, albeit a bit too loudly, about how his monstrous strength is only good for war.
For the people he has killed? Hashirama’s rival has killed just as many as him and he doesn’t see anyone cursing the man as much as everyone does to him.
Hell, the Uchiha actually adore Madara for ridding of so many Senju. But why doesn’t his clan do the same? Instead they look upon Tobirama in scorn and… fear.
Was he doing something wrong? To garner such a frightful reaction from his own clan left a bitter taste in his mouth.
He tried asking Hashirama. Knowing his elder brother, he wasn’t the type to lie properly, so often than not, he was obliviously blunt.
A yet upon hearing Hashirama’s unfiltered thoughts, he probably shouldn’t have. He should have left it as a festering itch. He should’ve stayed ignorant to it all instead of asking.
Because hearing the only person you’ve ever devoted your life and loyalty to, to say that he himself is afraid of you because of your lack of humanity would leave anyone feeling empty.
What was he, if not a rotted root amongst his clan of blooming branches?