Hashirama was in a blissful yet panicked mood today, being chosen as Hokage so quickly was an honor, but it wasn’t him he was wanting to be the protector of the village… Madara had left too, of all people he would ever think would turn their back on their dream, Hashirama never thought of his best friend, the one whom spent many days by that river, skipping rocks and speaking of the future.
But back to the village, there were soon to be walls surrounding the land, the lingering thought that Madara would come back at any time. Something felt off due to how his friend left, saying how he couldn’t wait to fight the elder Senju again. Peace… They really had it, didn’t they?
Ahh… this wasn’t helping him focus.
With a loud sigh Hashirama was going to ask his brother about some of the clans requests of the housing structures before his mokuton was used to build them, but Tobirama pointed out what exactly the elder was doing.
Chuckling sheepishly, he rubbed the back of his head before leaning back to his chair. “I don’t think I’d go blind,” There was a glance to the papers that were all around him, making a mess in his panic to get things done as fast as he could. “Maybe a headache, but if that could happen from looking at papers, I think you’d already have gone blind~” It was clear between the brothers that Tobirama was far better at this sort of thing.
Placing his elbows to the desk, Hashirama cupped his head in to his hands so to rub his head, his hair being out of sorts from running around, looking to the other with a shy smile. “Besides me, how are you holding up? Today’s a big day, I worry for your health as well. And Tobirama, I really do appreciate you helping me with all this, you don’t have to, yet you still do. But I know you’ll just say ‘Anija, if I don’t help there will be no village leader’.” His eyes welled up with tears, holding himself back from lunging to hug Tobirama.
His arms floated in the air before him, in high hopes Tobirama would come over to let Hashirama hug him.