Hashirama was like the sun, a light so earnest and blinding that was at times overwhelming, and yet warmed you to the bones. Madara…at first I thought of him as the moon. Cool, elegant and composed, containing the same type of warm light, yet different, filtered. With time I came to realize my mistake. He was no mere moon, he was a distant star that lit up the darkness, burning with the power of a supernova.
He was all-consuming.
-Endearing-
"Hashirama-dono, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Mito smiled indulgently at the ear-splitting grin on Hashirama's face. It was hard not to smile when one saw him.
"Mito-chaaan, I…" he paused as if remembering something, then bowed formally. "I mean, it is a pleasure to see you again, Lady Mito. I hope you have been doing well in the time we have been apart."
Mito raised an elegant brow. "Your sentiments are much appreciated, Hashirama-dono. I have been doing well, thank you. And yourself? I do hope that the war efforts are proving fortuitous."
"Ah, yeah. We have our ups and downs, but so far things are going in the right direction. I mean, I think we're gonna have a breakthrough by the end of the year."
"Oh, I am looking forward to that."
"Me too!" His face lightened up like a small sun, effervescent energy pouring out of him as he animatedly spoke of his plans and dreams for the future Konoha.
Mito listened to him talk, nodding and smiling at his sometimes idealistic thoughts, but finding them nonetheless endearing.