When it came down to dancing Hashirama had two left feet. Madara, strangely enough, was a pretty fine dancer. Be it some slow, classic dance or jumping around in a disco, Madara was always graceful and cut a very good picture. Hashirama not so much.
Madara had tried to teach him but Hashirama had resigned himself to just swaying or moving his hips to the rhythm and even that wasn't always as flawless as when Madara did so.
He liked to jump around in the kitchen when he cooked listening to some music and when no one was around to witness his performance. Hashirama didn't know but Madara found it damn adorable.
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I just wanted you to know that, baby, you're the best
FanficHashirama and Madara's love life in 30 shots.
