Madara simply wasn't one to cuddle but even he couldn't hold his ground against the look on Hashirama's face, hopeful and puppy looking, when he set up the movie and then waited holding the blanket up, curled on one end of the sofa.
Madara huffed, mostly annoyed at himself, but then joined Hashirama on the sofa, under the covers, to watch the movie together snuggling in the warmth.
Most of the times, they ended up with Hashirama in a burrito of blankets and Madara resting against his side, holding each other.
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FanfictionHashirama and Madara's love life in 30 shots.
