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It was time for the Rinne festival. Hashirama had been looking forward to this for months; preparing in advance what he was going to give Izuna, and now his excitement was at an all time high. Madara and his brother were celebrating later, he assumed- partly to give Izuna and Hashirama privacy, partly to give themselves privacy. Hashirama was fine with that, if he were being honest; Izuna would probably throw something at him for the gag gift he had prepared- he just hoped he would like the actual gift he had, as well.
It was taking too long for Izuna to get off work, in Hashirama's opinion. He had spent the day at his own job anxiously waiting for the clock to hit three, so that he could go home, and now he had to wait for it to hit five before Izuna would be home, and he knew that- but at the same time, he wanted it to NOT take so long for an hour and a half to pass. After all- Rinne was a good festival to spend with loved ones, and Izuna was definitely one of the few that had earned that title- loved one. He squinted at the bag on the coffee table in front of their couch, fingers smoothing through his hair for the umpteenth time as his gaze flicked back to the clock, and then the door, and then the bag again. The sound of a key in the lock had Hashirama perking up, head whipping to the door with wide, hopeful eyes, nearly leaping off the couch when Izuna trundled through the door, nose and cheeks wind bitten and cheery red from the cold, hair stuffed up under a hat.
"Hashirama, it's fucking cold outside," the Uchiha gripes, and Hashirama laughs as he comes to the front door, locking it behind Izuna before he pulls him into a hug that makes the man complain about his back.
"You're home early!" Hashirama nearly cheers, eyes bright as he looks at Izuna who pulls his gloves off and his hat off with methodical order and sets them on the end table they had moved by the door for that specific purpose, and as Izuna begins unwinding his scarf.
"It's Rinne," Izuna says, as if that's explanation enough- and, well, it is; but Izuna hadn't been home early before on the past two Rinne they had spent together, so the appearance of his partner was- well, startling. At Hashirama's expectant look, Izuna sighs.
"I came home earlier, because Tobirama and Madara said they would be spending Rinne at Madara's house. So I figured," and here Izuna pauses, looking flustered. "Well, I figured we could cook something together. I don't know- no, quit it, Hashirama,"
Hashirama sniffles again, squeezing Izuna to him who sighs and goes limp in his grip.
"Well! Whatever the reason! I'm happy you're home. Come on! I want to see you open the gift I got you," Hashirama bounces back on his heels, and Izuna sighs, comparing the man to an easily excited puppy.
"Fine. I swear, though, Hashirama, if you got me another ugly sweater-"
-
Hashirama DID get him another ugly sweater. But that was just one part of his gift for the Uchiha heir, and the closer it got to dinner, the more Hashirama worried over how Izuna would react to the real gift. After all, it wasn't every day that you proposed to your boyfriend of three years. Over the years, Hashirama had learned about Izuna's love for spicy foods- and at the top of the list, pork gyoza with spicy chili sauce and chili flakes. It was what Hashirama made them for dinner that night- something he only did on holidays and special occasions anyways, so Izuna had no reason to be suspicious- except perhaps for the fact that Hashirama was a bit faster with his words, a bit jumpier with his movements. Dessert was when he would pop the question, but that didn't mean anything to Hashirama's heart, which was racing fast enough that he swore Izuna would be able to hear it- though he had also felt the same way the first day he asked Izuna out on a date.
"Did you know I thought you would be able to hear my heart when I asked you out on a date the first time?"
Three years ago, Hashirama was nearly on the verge of being disowned by his father for telling the man that he was going to date who he wanted, and if that meant he dated a Uchiha, then his father had no say in the matter. Tobirama had tried his best to diffuse the situation, but Hashirama had stormed out, and, in a fit, found Izuna, sitting at the side of the Naka, and had asked him on a date the following weekend. His anger had fizzed out while he waited for what he thought was an inevitable rejection, however, and by the time Izuna had agreed, Hashirama had already formulated an apology for the request- had even started saying it, before Izuna's agreement had registered.
"Hashirama, in what world would I have the supreme enough hearing to do that?"
"I know- I know, but listen-"
"Your father had just threatened to disown you, and you had wanted to date me for months, yes, I remember your apology- or attempt at one."
"Izunaaa-"
"What? Am I wrong? You looked on the verge of tears before my yes even registered, you fool."
"You're very mean to me, Izuna."
"Sure, sure. Are you going to eat your pork gyoza, or can I have it?"
Hashirama frowned at Izuna, pulling his plate of pork gyoza closer and pointing his chopsticks at Izuna's plate.
"Finish your own!"
Izuna laughed.
-
Hashirama had spent the past ten minutes in the kitchen, sweating over the little blood red box in his hands, the mini savory cakes he had ordered from their favorite bakery sitting on the counter. Would he like the ring? Would he say yes? Would he say no? If he said no, was Hashirama ready for that? Well- he had to be, didn't he?
"Hashirama?"
Izuna's voice comes from the hall into the kitchen, and Hashirama shoves the little box into his pocket, grabbing the plates and the box.
"Sorry! Got distracted, one minute."
Izuna hummed, and Hashirama paused, setting the box back on the counter and picking out the matcha cake, placing the ring in the icing.
Whatever the decision, he was happy he got this far in his life, with Izuna.
-
(Of course Izuna said yes. And threw his own velveteen green box at Hashirama's head with a frustrated cry of how he had wanted to propose first, damn it, Hashirama!)