It wasn't like Hashirama couldn't cook, because he could. Cooking was one of the basic skills for existing like an actual human being, so of course Hashirama could cook. And he was pretty good at it. But. Watching Madara fuss over their dinner or experiment with new flavors or simply stand there in front of the stove making his magic was something Hashirama had always enjoyed.
There was something relaxed and at ease in Madara while he cooked and Hashirama had a front row seat every day. He usually perched in one of the breakfast stools and just watched the other dicing, seasoning, stirring, cutting or plating their dinner. They always shared a bottle of beer, sometimes one of Madara's fancy wines, and while Madara cooked Hashirama told him about his day.
It was still one of Hashirama's favorite thing in the world.
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Fiksi PenggemarHashirama and Madara's love life in 30 shots.