I just wanted you to know that, baby, you're the best

Is that mine?

Sorry for the delay, everybody!

I don't really have a satisfying explanation other than I had a really busy day yesterday - cutting and dyeing my hair took a lot of of me?! - but here it is in all its short glory!

I'll post two chaps today so the schedule will not be messed up!

Stay safe!

Lot of love,

-Hh

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It had happened once, for accident. Hashirama had been running late and had grabbed blindly at a shirt, put that on and sprinted out of the house with a yelled goodbye. It had taken Hashirama nearly three hours to realize – after six very angry texts from Madara – that he had been wearing one of Madara's shirt. The pale baby blue one Madara loved.

From then on it had been somewhat of a challenge to steal Madara's clothes and wait until his pretty boyfriend realized what he had done.

Madara, on the other hand, was so not subtle. He paraded around showing off the fact that he was wearing Hashirama's clothes like a proud peacock. Hashirama didn't mind and rather enjoyed seeing his boyfriend with his clothes on, even if he so much more loved undressing him.