Chapter 1
Since they met, 3 years ago, it was as if they had done it all their lives so Hashirama and Madara continued meeting exchanging ideals, dreams and mostly training to be stronger as an established objective so while they took a short break they chatted trivialities between jokes as every child should but this senseless war did not allow such innocence so for them these moments were their treasure and inevitably their admiration for each other turned into love although the fear of not being reciprocated was present, even greater was the fear of being reciprocated and that someone else would have knowledge of this to use it against them and harm their loved one. so they decided to keep their feelings to protect each other.
“For your clothes and the manners you're trying to hide, I can tell you're like those privileged boys who inherit wealth and whose hand is in dispute," he joked.
Hashirama said nothing this time and even looked away, a little embarrassed.
Madara raised an eyebrow. He suddenly felt he might regret his joke and intuition, but curiosity about the brunette prompted him to continue. "it is?"
A nervous Hashirama placed a hand on his neck. "That's right." He wasn't going to deny the list his friend had mentioned, because he knew that even though he couldn't be with him as he wished, he was also helping himself remember this fact and ground himself, to stop fantasizing about the dark-haired man and put aside his selfish thoughts because, above all, he valued his friendship too much to deny him the truth. "Of what he said, almost everything is true."
Madara didn't like the direction this conversation was taking, and although he hoped his intuition would fail him (it rarely did), he decided to ask. "So what isn't true?"
“That I'm not as privileged as you think. Let's just say I don't receive special treatment. "My life is worth the same as others on the battlefield," the Senju assured him.
"Oh..." The realization also brought a pang to his heart. "You're engaged." Though he meant it to sound like a question, it came out as a statement, and they both knew it.
“...Yes.”In that instant, Madara felt his heart clench and his stomach clench. "It's not official yet, but my father and my entire clan are waiting for it…”
To hide him disappointment, he joked, "Poor girl, having to be tied down to a pathetic boy like you." He fake-laughed. This hurt every minute, and he'd never wanted to end him encounter with him beloved Hashirama so soon. But the truth is, he doesn't know how to continue. Few things affect him, but this feels like a wound. He wanted to go home, train until he passed out, and, who knows, maybe cry.
Hashirama already had his typical depressive aura, but he recovered. “Ehem, she’s not a girl.” What he was about to say might have been a little odd to other clans, but he felt the urge to explain himself to the younger boy, to clarify his situation. “And in fact, you know him…”
This caught his attention, and although his heart was broken, Madara gathered the strength and courage to look him in the eyes. He wanted to know more, even if it meant being even more disappointed… “What are you saying? I only know you and your annoying brother who thinks we don’t realize he’s always watching you.”
And just like that, Hashirama blurted out, "It's Tobirama..."
Okay, that's your brother's name, but it's not relevant." The brunette looked at him as if he dont taked somthing there. "Are you going to tell me who your fiancé is or not?" He didn't really want to know, but he was already getting angry.
"It's him," he say fearfully.
"What?" he said impatiently, thinking he hadn't heard correctly. "What are you talking ab..." He realized what the other guy had said.
"Oh..."