"You look a lot like someone I know."
"My father?"
"No," who couldn't help laughing first, "your father was still a child at that time, I mean your grandfather." This sentence poked Tobirama's point of laughter, and he smiled muffledly, with his white hair swaying in the air.
"... Too."
"You are very similar." Kakashi saw that Tobirama's face seemed to overlap with the statue on the Hokage Rock. He slowly became distant and his expression became solemn and solemn, as if he had instantly transformed into the second-generation Hokage his father longed for. "Whether it is gentleness or loneliness. They are all very similar. Moreover, your sullenness is actually quite similar. To be more precise, it should be inherited. I remember that Thousand-Year Kill was developed by your father." Tobirama couldn't help but laugh. Regardless of Kakashi's stunned look, he stood up and made a cup of coffee.
"Do you want to drink?" Tobirama raised his cup like a lucky cat.
"No." Kakashi covered his face helplessly, thinking in his heart, it's over, father, and your reputation will be ruined in front of the Second Hokage.
"Yeah," Tobirama shrugged, "Okay, for those of you who don't drink coffee, your grandfather did something similar, and his reputation is also bad, so don't worry too much."
"When——"
"What are you doing..." Kakashi couldn't help but lie down on the tatami, smelling the aroma of vegetation and coffee, and slowly fell asleep.
Tobirama looked at the moon and sighed, "Should I stay up late... Good night, Lord Sixth Generation."
Intention: Do you want to make coffee or not?