HashiIzu, comparing hand sizes
Hashirama was always delighted to have his family over for dinner, especially after one of them had been gone for an extended period. But when a partner had returned from a mission he was just as happy to have a night just with them. Mito, beautiful, wonderful, perfect Mito, knew this and understood. She had smiled serenely at him when Izuna came home, kissed them both on the cheek and informed them that she would be staying with Tobirama for the night.
Izuna had smiled at her and given her two wrapped gifts.
"The blue one is for Tobi. The other is yours. Tell him to get some sleep for me?"
Hashirama's heart swelled with love. Only a few years ago Izuna and Tobirama were stiffly cordial with one another, and content to remain that way. Hashirama wasn't sure what had changed things between them, but he was so so happy that it had.
He waited only long enough for Mito to close the door before pulling Izuna into his arms for a cuddle.
"Safe mission?"
"Of course! Didn't even get in a scuffle."
Izuna sniffed in mock offense as Hashirama laced their fingers together.
"I'm glad."
He pulled Izuna to the couch and curled around him, smiling as Izuna brought their hands up and nudging until Hashirama loosened his grip. They both watched as Izuna lined up their hands, marveling at the difference in size. Playfully Hashirama brought his fingertips down over Izuna's, highlighting just how long his fingers were. It was a sight that would never get old.
As he always did, Izuna sighed mournfully.
"Giant."
Placing a soft kiss on Izuna's head Hashirama only smiled at the fond insult.
"Midget."