In the end, after a lot of consideration – and no small amount of pep talks in front of the bathroom's mirror – Hashirama admitted, mostly to himself – and to his exasperated grumpy half, unwilling witness of all his madness – that he felt confident enough in his masculinity to dress like a girl for Izuna's gender swap party, even if he did feel awkward and a bit uncomfortable given his past.
Luckily, with Madara by his side, Hashirama could relax at least a little, mostly because Madara was absolutely gorgeous in that extremely short black skirt and Hashirama was a bit competitive; the red leather skirt he had chosen really was a good match for his boyfriend's sexy outfit.
Before leaving the house Madara had pressed against his back, all the same, and whispered hotly that he was divine in that clothing and that he would love him the same, as he had always done, no matter his gender. And Hashirama could live with that, admittedly.
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FanfictionHashirama and Madara's love life in 30 shots.