A bunch of oneshots about these two. Contains fluff, angst, smut, but mostly fluff. There are only a few HashiMada fanfics and so I thought, why not write some? So here goes nothing. Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in Naruto. Credits belong to the brilliant Masashi Kishimoto.

Sakusa Kiyoomi, a volleyball player who can not stand germs nor overly extroverted people that try to befriend him. When he goes to a training camp, a certain Miya Atsumu touches his shoulder, but for whatever reason, he doesn't seem to mind. Who could the charismatic blond be to him? Could he be a friend who helps him get better with his germaphobia or perhaps the object of his love and affection? - fluff, angst, and a pinch of smut

IwaOi fanfic Highest rank 116 in Iwaoi #34 in Iwaoi - 16.5-19 #15 in Iwaoi - 16.05-20 #1 in Iwaizumixoikawa - 16.05-20

WARNING contains heavy mature sexual content, alcohol, drugs. Hashirama x Madara. "You lied to me..." "Madara, love, please listen, PLEASE..." "YOU LIED TO ME!!" There were tears in his eyes. The most precious thing I had veer laid eyes on. The most precious thing I had ever had. I had made him cry. I couldn't lose him. I couldn't live with myself if I lost him. "Take your pathetic excuses of friends and fucking LEAVE!" I craved it... The genuineness, the realness, the person that was HIM, and him alone. I was done with the facade that was my friends, my clothes, my poise, my life. My real life was HIM. And he asked me to leave. Madara is a first-year law student mourning the death of his younger brother Izuna who died in a heroin overdose. Hashirama is a fifth-year law student, the best in their highly regarded university, but he feels there is something off with the way he's living his life. Enter an alternative, clumsy raven boy with a thick mane of black hair and you get magic...