It was easy to say that Hashirama didn't like shopping. And only because of the sheer chaos and mass of people milling around and buzzing with frenzied energy. He always felt like a spinning ball, rolling around without control.
That afternoon, however, Hashirama felt above everything, like floating around in his own bubble. It could have been for the impossible feat Fugaku had pulled two days before, or for Izuna's quiet incredulity, or Madara's silent presence at his side holding Fugaku's small hand, or for Kushina's tiny hand in his, but Hashirama felt calm.
When they finally, after hours of research, found the costumes the kids wanted, Hashirama discovered that he had, indeed, rather enjoyed the afternoon spent browsing shops in the mall.
Just what kind of power did those chibis have?
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FanfictionHashirama and Madara's love life in 30 shots.
