Sensitive (фемслэш)

“Hashirama, I swear if you’ve snuck into the women’s bath because Izuna wouldn’t put up with you I’ll kick your ass,” she grumbled.
“I think I’m insulted to be mistaken for my brother,” a smooth voice said above her.
Madara almost sprained her neck from how fast she turned to the voice that was decidedly not Hashirama, eyes going wide. Miles of pale, lean legs, short white hair already slicked back with water. Long fingers holding on to a towel that barely covered everything. Madara was always surprised by how much smaller the Senju heir was outside of her armor, but seeing her like this was removing a bit of the older woman’s higher brain function. Tobirama stuck a foot in the water as she removed her towel and -
Oh, the tattoos go ALL the way down, oh fuck.