Hey, everyone! I decided to post this a bit earlier because I cut this content into different parts! Also, I will be posting slower nowadays since my school stuff is speeding up and I have more tests now.

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My little sister is petty…

"Anija,"

Hashirama turns his head so he can see his little sister standing in front of the open fridge. He didn't like that tone in her voice—it meant she was very irritated. And an irritated Tobirama is scary. "Yeah?"

"Where's my pudding?" Tobirama's voice is cold even as a burling heat grows within her. Her crimson eyes slide from side-to-side and up-and-down as she searches for her pudding. She had put aside the pudding for her enjoyment later after she had completed her long, complex project for molecular biology class—which she has just finished. Yet now her pudding is missing from where she had placed it in the fridge and there is a distinctly similar empty container of it in the trash can on the counter.

In her silent rage, Tobirama shuts the fridge door before pacing towards her brother who sat on the couch, game counsel in hand. Tobirama's sharp eyes catch sight of the second game counsel across from Hashirama and she knows instantly who it belongs to. She seethes as she makes the connection.

Her older brother wouldn't have washed the spoon he used and would just leave it in the sink—and there is no spoon in the sink. Instead, in the drying wrack, there is a spoon she remembers not being there when she had first come home—all washed and clean as it dries. Hashirama is too much of a slob… but Madara isn't.

Even though she highly dislikes him, Tobirama respects Madara in quite a few things—one of these things being his cleanliness. Though that didn't help him in this case—no, instead it revealed just who the culprit was.

Madara…! The silver-haired girl releases a low growl before turning around to retreat back to the kitchen.

She would get revenge…!

That evening, Madara stays for dinner as usual since Hashirama insists that his best friend should stay and play longer. Today is Tobirama's turn to cook dinner.

The menu today is stir-fry noodles. Of course, being the health-maniac she is, Tobirama only uses natural spices, vegetables, and chicken to season the chicken broth-made sauce.

She carefully serves the plates, placing each plate in front of everyone's designated seat.

Naturally, the three declare, "Thank you for the meal." before they chow down on the noodles.

Honestly, Madara should have seen it coming.

After taking a big mouthful, Madara expects the deliciousness he hates to admit he likes about Tobirama's cooking. He is greeted with a wave of heat.

In an instant, his whole pale face turns red as if he had burned it against a heated surface.

With rushed panic, Madara stands up and rushes to the sink. He hastily fumbles for a glass before rustling with the fridge for some milk. However, in his struggle, he found the glass to be inconvenient so he sets it aside to just down the milk straight from the carton.

After several gulps of the savior liquid, Madara slams the carton down on the counter and pants.

Hashirama raises an eyebrow at his friend in bewilderment, but the expression on his little sister's face answers all his questions.

Tobirama has a smirk on her face as she tilts her head back slightly to glance at Madara's exhausted figure. "Can't handle the heat, Madara?"

Madara seethes, "Senju…!" The wild raven-haired teen stomps towards the calm silver-haired girl. "Why you little…!?"

"I don't see what's wrong, Madara?" Amused crimson eyes drink the sight of a flustered Madara. "The food tastes fine to us—right, Anija?"

Hashirama quickly nods, not wanting to be a part of this whole squabble, and takes the smart decision of continuing eating.

Madara grumbles incoherently before he grabs his plate, dumps the extremely inedible food, and refills his plate himself.

He silently sits back down at his seat and begins eating.

Hashirama sighs in his mind, shaking his head.

…but my best friend is no better

A furious, devious glint shines in Madara's obsidian eyes as he glares at the opposing silver-haired girl.

I hope you enjoyed part 1!

What do you all predict will be Madara's revenge?

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