It had never been a spoken rule but usually Sunday night was dedicated to hang out with their friends. More often than not they ended up in a pub nursing drinks and chatting away the last hours of freedom before Monday morning. Hashirama usually had to drag Madara away from the pub around a somewhat reasonable hour so they both would get enough sleep before starting with their week.
There had been a memorable occasion, on Hashirama twenty-ninth birthday, in which Hashirama had gotten so wasted that he had had to call in sick at work on Monday morning. That time, Madara had been the one to drag him out of the pub. Madara still teased Hashirama mercilessly about his antics while drunk. Hashirama didn't appreciate it very much.
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FanficHashirama and Madara's love life in 30 shots.
