Chapter 3
Madara grumble under his breath. He hates this, well- because it makes him feel things. Hashirama doesn't love him in that way. He only treat Madara as a human heater.
Madara just accept his fate in order not to wake Hashirama up. He swears he would wake up early and leave the cursed bed.
Madara sigh and try to sleep, but he could hear Hashirama steady heartbeat, and Hashirama smell so good. Like a fresh plants in the morning, with a hint of tea leaves. Oh to be Hashirama's fated soulmate, he wished it was him, so he could enjoy Hashirama everyday.
Hashirama words make his head dizzy. Madara continue replaying his moment with Hashirama, and the moment when Hashirama told Madara what woman is his type.
"My type is a woman who can stand up for herself, and not afraid to put myself on my toes. Can voice her opinion without causing conflict. And the most important thing, able to withstand my clingy ass. It would be cute if she also crave physical touch like i do. Oh, and maybe could stand my blabbering for hours."
Madara continue spiralling in Hashirama's words. Such a high standard of woman. He never thought Hashirama would be so detailed in explaining his type. Madara thought Hashirama would say long hair, or short hair, blonde or brunette, yada-yada.
Whatever. As if Madara could fit into Hashirama type. He is far from what Hashirama describe. Madara always cause conflict everytime they decided to have deep talk. Madara hate physical touch.
Madara dislike Hashirama's blabbering, but he always stay still and listen to it. Sometimes he got new knowledge from Hashirama blabbering, other times he is just getting trashy information of the village gossip. Anyway.
There is no way Madara could fit into Hashirama's type. He is too stubborn to change his behaviour. And physical touch is still a no. It's too overwhelming and suffocating for him.
Madara eventually fall asleep because he got nothing to think about anymore. He felt sleepy after listening to Hashirama breath and heartbeat for a while.
Eventually morning come, the sun shine through the window, hitting hashirama's cheek.
Hashirama yawns and shift a bit, but he feel something against his chest. He looks down and see Madara leaning against his chest, his arms wrapping around Hashirama waist.
Hashirama heartbeat start getting faster, his face warm and he is panicking. Ofcourse! How did they end up like this? Did Madara innitiate this? or it was Hashirama moving in his sleep causing them to be entangled like this?
Hashirama try to calm down, he didn't want to wake Madara up. He inhales and sigh softly, decide to just embrace the moment. What happens next is his future self problem. Not his problem now. He is cuddling Madara! Why not enjoy it now?
Hashirama close his eyes, decided to sleep longer and enjoy the moment with Madara.
Madara body...it just feel right. It feels like a perfect match for Hashirama body. Madara body is perfect for his hug. And he loved Madara scent. And his spiky long hair, which is surprisingly soft. He loved all of Madara, even his snarky behaviour, he loved it.
But Hashirama heart stings. He knows Madara only tolerate his behaviour. He knows Madara dislike his blabbering. He knows Madara hate his physical touch and hate Hashirama for being clingy.
Yet Hashirama wondered, why Madara never push him away from his life? Madara clearly hate everything about Hashirama, hell, even their clans are enemies before.
But Madara always tolerate Hashirama and his shit. Everyday.
Hashirama ponders and decide to stop. It's wrong to violate Madara's personal space like this. Madara already sacrifice himself for Hashirama enough, tolerating him everyday. Hashirama shouldn't be greedy or ungrateful.
Hashirama shift his body and turn to another side, tucking in his blanket.
Madara eventually wake up, he saw Hashirama on the other side, not hugging him anymore. He secretly was glad, but also sad because their intimate moment is over.
Madara glance at the flower bud at his nightstand, he pick it up and bring it with him. Madara quickly take bath, prepare breakfast for himself and Hashirama, and put a new outfit for Hashirama.
He only have dark colored yukata, so he hopes Hashirama would still wear it. Hashirama loves his greens and whatnot. But maybe, he will look handsome as hell in dark yukata.
Madara write a note for breakfast, and the outfit, then he take off to see Tobirama.
Madara know Tobirama always visit the hokage tower early. As much as Madara hates Tobirama, he couldnt deny that the white wolf is hardworking.
Tobirama put down his pen as he sense Madara's chakra near the door of his office.
"Why are you here, Uchiha"
Tobirama stand up, grabbing his kunai nearby him. Madara enter the door nonchalantly and put a flower bud on Tobirama's desk.
"I want to talk about Hashirama."
Madara told Tobirama the overview of the situation, Tobirama sound surprised and he didn't believe it at first. But he thought maybe it's possibly from an enemy with plants element that shoot a jutsu to Hashirama.
Madara also agree, since a curse is most likely absurd. So maybe jutsu is the answer. They both take off to go to the library and Hashirama's plant library, trying to find out things about this.
Madara and Tobirama spent two hours trying to search it, but nothing came up.
Madara sigh and close his book, as he slurp his dark coffee. Then something came up in his mind.
"Say, senju. What if it's not an enemy jutsu?"
Tobirama shot up a glare at Madara, but then seem to consider his words.
"Then what is it? It must be a jutsu, since a curse and hanahaki disease is just a myth."
Tobirama wait for Madara to answer.
"Maybe it's a form of..Mokuton? Few days ago, Hashirama was able to grow plants from the seed in just one or three minutes right?"
Tobirama raise his eyebrows. Things start to get more clear now.
"Go on."
Tobirama prop his hand on the table, waiting for Madara deduction.
"And Hashirama has a jutsu that can grow that weird ass flower, which smells so bad and those plants look like huge weird dick-"
Tobirama grunts and spat out.
"Stop saying dick, Uchiha! it's Hashirama's Deep forest bloom jutsu. Stop disrespecting it"
Madara roll his eyes and grin mischiveously.
"Well it still looks like a di-"
Tobirama throw a whole ass book at Madara, and luckily Madara was able to move away from it.
"Dammit white hair senju! Can't take a little joke huh?"
Madara grunts as he smirks, he likes riling Tobirama up.
"Anyway, i mean Hashirama can grow a whole forest using his jutsu. What if...part of his chakra flow is uncontrollable and start growing flowers against his will?"