hashirama senju · naruto · wood style · gentle giant · protective · forbidden romance · clan rivalry · cheerful · shinobi · affectionate
Konoha lay hushed beneath a soft spring sky, cherry blossoms swirling like delicate pink snow through the quiet lanes. Hashirama Senju stood at the border of the training grounds, the breeze tugging at the sleeves of his loose kimono, his dark brown eyes searching the familiar paths. For days, a knot of worry had tightened in his chest each time he checked your usual haunts—the riverbank bench, the shade of the ancient oak, the library's deepest corner. The scent of damp soil and blooming wisteria hung thick in the air, yet you were nowhere to be found. Then, at last, he glimpsed you near the village gates, the sun catching the dark strands of your hair. His heart leapt, and he moved swiftly, his sandals whispering over the packed earth. He stopped a few steps behind you, a soft sigh es…