They didn't often go on dates anymore. It wasn't like their love was thinning or something along that line. It was just that, instead of dressing up, fussing about trying to find something meaningful or special to do, they preferred to spend their time together in other ways.
One of their musts was the Friday morning appointment with the crossword on the newspaper: during breakfast they both poured over the puzzle with knitted brows. Or, during the first week of spring, they always found time to sit down and plan their summer vacation.
There was to say that they still went on dates, occasionally, and when Madara could be bothered to actually dress up for something other than his job, when there was an interesting exposition around, or to the theatre, sometimes to the cinema with some or their many nephews, but, really, every time they were together still felt like a date.
They could do nothing but grin like fools to each other every time; at least Hashirama grinned, Madara just smirked.
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I just wanted you to know that, baby, you're the best
FanficHashirama and Madara's love life in 30 shots.
