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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works Summary: Now attending the university here in their hometown as he begins his Master’s, Tobirama develops a problem with falling asleep in the strangest of places. Madara, poor innocent never-deserved-any-of-this Madara, gets mistaken for a mattress one too many times. All he wanted to do was focus on his career but instead he finds himself forcibly tasked with herding his secret crush HASHIRAMA: Madara, you can’t fight everyone. You have to pick your battles Sakura rolled over in her bed to slam the alarm bu*ton off, groaning in her sleep as she did so. She couldn’t help but wince as she moved her muscles; wishing that today could get cancelled. The pinkette rose from her slumber, her t-shirt almost engulfing her lean frame. It was the same shirt she wore yesterday and the same one she wore the night before, being too lazy to change into another set of clothes. She winced at the pain on her lower back as her feet connected with the plush carpet and made their way into the bathroom. Turning on the bathroom light, Sakura was greeted by her appearance in the mirror. She didn’t look haggard nor a zombie. The image that greeted her was that of a rosey-cheeked, healthy, and bouncy sixte*n year old gi*l. But why did she feel like a ninety year old grandma? Nothing but a help of her breakfast would ease that away. Taking off her shirt Sakura almost winced again once she removed the fabric off her body. She turned around to see a blackish blue bruise, the size of a fist, in the middle of her back. Cursing to herself, she closed her eyes, the orbitals shifting behind her lids. In a matter of seconds the bruise shrank in size, first losing its color, becoming pinkish in appearance and then nothing like it wasn’t there in the first place. Her flesh now unmarked by such an ugly site. She smiled at herself in