[has been taking what Madara had said onboard, trying to become rivals with Tobirama. it was supposed to improve friendships or potentially make the other party a disturbing pervert which Tobirama seemed a few years off that point. trying to get more attention from the teacher, trying to put his hand up more, not always working because he is not as smart as science as Tobirama is and got in trouble for answering incorrectly too many times because it was annoying. sport, he always beat him at that, until he looked over to see what he was doing while running and slammed into the pole, giving himself a concussion. everything he tried, he failed at. Tobirama was more superior in every way.

sits quietly next to him at lunch, stuffing a rice ball into his mouth, a bit huffy over his constant failures. hmph, mom makes better rice balls than your mom... ugh, choking. help help!]

[bath time! has no problems with showing off his body, stripping his clothes out of excitement and doing the run to the bathroom in the buff. gets yelled at by his father on the way past because he didn't strip in his bedroom which was adjoining the bathroom but in the lounge. not a good stripping area. his mother understood except he got the talking to while he waited that he was too old to run around naked now. is confused by that, he is too old to run through the house naked but he is embraced and coddled by his mother who says its okay to be a late bloomer. he promised he would not do it again and then bounced up and down on the spot and told her to hurry up and put in the bubbles. almost ready but there is one person missing...] Hurry up or I'm getting in without you!

[end of another school day! yay! time to go home and get some snacks to fill this poor, growing boys stomach. those rolls with the cheese and bacon bits scattered on top of it sounds nice or maybe, a bowl of cereal. maybe Mikoto was already making something for Sasuke and Itachi and wouldn't mind if he snuck in and pretended to be Itachi while her back was turned for food. all he had to be was be quiet. Aunt Mikoto always made the best food.]

[one person missing. Izuna stood under the same tree that he met Tobirama under every day, waiting for him to get out of class. he never did the run of happiness out when the bell went off but he knew how much he liked to learn so it was okay for him to be a little bit late. ten minutes late was too late. Tobirama was never that late meeting up. back into the eerie silence of the school he went again, every kid had evacuated and all that was left was teachers. if he was in here, any noise he made would be amplified times ten. one voice, then another, another and then the squeak that he recognized. follow that squeak! a couple of classrooms down it came, the door was almost closed fully but Izuna didn't even bother to check if it was the right one or not. best friends can sense each other, like twins! busts in and throws his bag down on the ground causing a loud thud, jumping straight in between Tobirama and the other kids, pushing the middle one back with a stiff shove.] Hey! Pick on someone your own size! If you want to fight someone, then I'll take you on! [he is one to talk, he is the shortest one there. just waiting for that growth spurt to set in. any minute now, it will happen. just need to drink more strawberry milk.] ... [looks like they aren't going to take the chance of getting their butt beaten by someone smaller, cursing and insulting them on the way out.]

You're late. [puffs his cheeks up and huffs, ruffling his big feathers up, ready to give a motherly scowl when you walked in late from curfew but and turns and pouts at him instead.] Did they hurt you? [goes over to and investigates, making sure there is nothing hurt.]