There was a visible tear in Nakano's Halloween costume and Hashirama was at the end of his rope; he just didn't know how to fix it anymore at that point. He had finally managed to bribe Madara into joining them and he just wanted everything to be alright.
Madara took a seat by his side on the couch, took the needle and the fabric from him and proceeded to fix everything in the span of twenty minutes.
Hashirama sighed, half dreamily, half pissed, and whispered "My hero." Madara rolled his eyes and replied "I ain't dressing like Superman for nothing."

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FanfictionCollection of drabbles featuring Hashirama and his daughter. And his siblings. And the Uchihas. Because there's no Hashirama without Madara.