The situation could have been worst only if Hashirama had somehow managed to open the door wearing only his pink boxer, the one with the small smiling elephants printed all over. As it was, Hashirama just stared, dumbfounded, at the crackling hellspawns on his front porch. Then he leveled all of them with an unimpressed glare and ushered them inside.
The most mortifying thing, something Hashirama tried not to focus on and rather took in stride – because what else was he supposed to do – was that one of them – and Hashirama absolutely did not want to know who – tried to grab at his tail. Literally. The thing was, that Hashirama was wearing a green dragon kigurumi and the stuffed tail trailed behind him on the floor, apparently captivating at least one of the demon-in-human-form following him.
Hashirama sighed and started on the snacks the whole lot of minions would demand in few seconds, searching for his lost dignity. The still crackling shits – a mix of nephews, both Madara's and his, with relatives and friends aging from 4 to 16 – had already scattered all over the kitchen and living room, chatting happily and making a home of his house.
Despite everything, Hashirama just grinned to himself.
YOU ARE READING
I just wanted you to know that, baby, you're the best
FanficHashirama and Madara's love life in 30 shots.
