Hashirama had a small argument with his brother and he really knows it was something meaningless, but he had been stressed and tired.
Ever since he found out that he was going to get married, he wasn’t even 25 years old yet. And he was going to get married; it's not that he didn't want to marry, but he wanted to do it for love, to have an established life with someone, to experience the stages of falling in love and dating.
He doesn't want to be tied to someone he doesn't even know. Someone who will be a new piece in his life, which will always remain as spouses. This morning, he received the scrolls with the instructions and had been so angry that when his brother commented on something, he exploded. They had a strong argument, and he decided to leave the house to blow off some steam.
He wanted to grab his hair in frustration, but he remembered that his hair is one of the most important things for him. So he stayed still and started a journey through the village, as far as he remembers, there was a sun festival today.
A group of people who had joined his village had a connection or belief in the sun, he smiled softly thinking about going to see the show.
He had also heard about a dance. He walked with gentle steps, letting the air carry away his anger. When he arrived, he could hear the music getting louder with each step he took. He could hear drums, flutes, and a soft voice of a woman singing.
Once there, there were many people gathered; everyone was captivated by the show. This caught his attention greatly.
It must be very interesting, so he started walking and pushing through the crowd, who bowed and let him pass. He reached the front where he could see everything clearly.
His eyes widened upon seeing a silhouette dancing; he could see a blonde gleam and caramel skin. He stopped hearing the crowd and the music, he could only focus on that being who danced gracefully.
He could see that it was a young man, perhaps around his age. He wore a two-piece outfit, a sleeveless red shirt that reached up to his navel, showcasing his slim waist, which flared out into attractive hips below.
His arms were adorned with golden bracelets and on his forehead was a golden diamond that connected beautifully with his tanned skin. He lowered his gaze until it landed on his legs.
They were tight in wide long pants that had slits on the sides but looked like short black pants hugging the flesh of his thighs; Hashirama wanted to touch.
But he concentrated on the dance, where the figure made free and delicate movements, his arms flowed all over his body and Hashirama noticed designs on his forearm—suns surrounded his arm.
The figure leaned forward and Hashirama became completely captivated by beautiful blue eyes that perfectly represented the blue of the sky.
He had slightly pronounced cheekbones, and on his cheeks were three little marks. An electric shock ran through Hashirama's body upon seeing him smile. His plump lips were slightly red and called out to him, and that precious smile revealing his canines was pulling him away from the world.
He let himself be carried away by the dance, the music, the body and smile of that gorgeous man. The man closed his eyes, allowing Hashirama to admire the shading around his eyes and how softly he moved his body.
Until taking light steps, the man positioned himself in a place that made Hashirama believe in gods and their exorbitant beauty.
The man stood there receiving sunlight; his skin shone with solar rays, his golden hair looked like strands of gold, his blue eyes sparkled more brightly than any gem.
His mouth went dry at such a sight.
That man was a God.
A few seconds later, the music ended and the man stopped dancing. Hashirama was once again enveloped in the gaze of that blonde. He looked happy and had a breathless smile. Something in him wanted to approach, wanted to talk to him, to get to know him, to admire him.
“Thank you, Naruto,” spoke one of the women who were there; she was also wearing a red shirt with sun designs.
“It was a pleasure to help,” he replied, and Hashirama was wrapped in his soft voice. The blonde smiled at him and walked over to a place to pick up a cloak.
He put it on, turned to look back, and Hashirama’s black eyes collided with his sky-blue ones; they stayed like that for a few seconds.
The blonde lowered his gaze and ran out of the place. Hashirama was going to follow him; he was about to run when he felt someone grab his arm. He turned to look, ready to fight whoever it was.
He lifted his gaze and met the reddish eyes of his brother.
“Are you okay, Hashirama?” he asked in a serious tone. And he began to look around as if searching for what he was also looking for.
Hashirama held back a sigh and nodded.
“Yes, brother, do you need me?” he asked, turning completely to walk alongside his brother.
“I need you to come home, I want you to see some scrolls,” he inquired and pulled him by the arm to make him walk faster.
Hashirama took one last look at the forest where the blonde had run off and allowed hims elf to be led by his brother. He would look for him later.