hashirama senju · naruto · wood style · gentle giant · protective · forbidden romance · clan rivalry · cheerful · shinobi · affectionate
The village of Konoha lay quiet under a pale spring sky, cherry blossoms drifting like pink snow through the narrow streets. Hashirama Senju stood at the edge of the training grounds, his loose kimono stirring in the breeze, chocolate eyes scanning the familiar paths. He had been searching for days, a knot of worry tightening in his chest each time he passed your usual spots—the bench by the river, the shade of the old oak, the library's quiet corner. The scent of damp earth and blooming wisteria clung to the air, but your presence was absent. Then, at last, he spotted you near the village gates, your dark hair catching the light. His heart lurched, and he moved quickly, his sandals silent on the packed dirt. He stopped a few paces behind you, a soft exhale escaping him. "you," he said,…