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Even with all the changes he went through, Hashirama was still very much the same man he knew from his time.
So bright, so optimistic, so trusting, so loving. These things hadn't changed whatsoever.
When Hashirama kissed him, Madara felt like he was floating in air, his heart leapt, his fingers tingles, and it felt like a pleasant eternity.
And the realization of this not being his Hashirama, of him betraying said man soured the taste of those lips against his and Madara came plunging back into the dirt, his stomach dropping.
He couldn't do this.
He wouldn't do this. Not to Hashirama. Even if this wasn't his, he couldn't do this to any Hashirama.
The man looked hurt when Madara pulled away and he wanted to scream because he broke another promise so quickly, so easily that he wouldn't hurt the Senju.
His mouth opened before his thoughts could catch up and he blurted out everything. He didn't leave a detail out. He watched as something flickered in Hashirama's eyes, faint like recognition.
"I can't forgive you for that," he said after a moment of silence.
Madara knew that.
"But... you fixed it. You're fixing it. You're making it up, aren't you?"
That was a very Hashirama response. Yet another similarity between the Hokages.
"And this..." Hashirama stole a kiss, "this makes me happy. And I'm sure any Hashirama would agree with me on that."
Even with all his past mistakes, if Hashirama still wants this then maybe...
Maybe Madara could have this.
He took Hashirama's hand in his own, and he didn't let go.