modern au; prompt fill
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there was a new bakery in konoha that specialized in donuts. specifically, cute animal themed donuts that made young girls squeal as they scrolled the bakery's online gallery. it was not yet open, but it's already the talk of the town.
"honestly, i don't see their appeal," madara commented offhandedly after listening to his niece going on and on about the donuts during dinner. "their charm will be gone once you eat it."
mikoto groaned, exchanging a tired look with hashirama who smiled and patted her back. kagami said something about his girlfriend wanting to try the donuts, and the two young uchiha soon engaged in a deep conversation over which donut was better: the matcha monkey or the chocolate cat one.
"you seem to be the only one who doesn't like it, madara," hashirama said as they prepared to sleep. "it's a big hit in iwa, i heard."
"it's just donuts," he grumbled and closed his eyes. "won't taste so different from the cheap ones fugaku likes to buy near the headquarter."
his wife chuckled and resumed brushing her hair.
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madara was woken up with a nudge. the clock on the wall showed it was not yet five, the time he usually left the bed. he turned, thinking hashirama might need something, and asked, "are you feeling sick..?"
deep brown eyes blinked back at him. "no. but i want matcha monkey."
madara lay down again. "ask mikoto to buy it for you."
"nooo, you don't understand…" she shook his arm, whining. "bakerzoo will be open today at eight. i need a dozen for myself, madara."
a chill ran down his spine. is this what they call pregnancy craving? "i'll… ask someone in the headquarter to buy a dozen for you?" he offered.
hashirama pouted. "that's abuse of power."
"that's just asking for a favor!"
"oh, fine." she faced the wall, grumbling, "i don't deserve getting bakerzoo donuts anyway, maybe i should get it myself and queuing for hours instead of working. i'm sure my pregnant stomach can handle it–"
madara jumped out of bed, running his hand through his long hair and sighing, "alright–just… give me their address."
hashirama beamed at him as she showed her phone screen.
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at six in the morning, there was already a long queue outside the bakery. madara tried his best not to draw attention from other customers. if the fearsome police chief of konoha was seen here… he shuddered thinking how it'd tarnish the police corps' image. thankfully most people were busy with their own phones.
fifteen minutes before the opening, he saw a reporter and a cameraman walking towards his direction.
crapcrapcrap.
madara pretended to be interested at the shop's closed window, listening to the reporter's chattering fading away as they took pictures of the long queue.
"uncle madara?"
mikoto was looking at him past the three people queuing between them. she snickered. before madara could tell her to look away, he felt sudden presence beside him.
"oh, isn't this konoha police chief himself, uchiha madara?" the reporter cheerfully announced. he felt everyone turned their heads towards him, including the cameraman. "so you're interested to try bakerzoo donuts, too?"
madara tried not to look uncomfortable before her microphone. "i'm… actually here because my wife wants some…"
"aww, how sweet of you!"
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"change the channel."
"aww, but why?" hashirama asked, almost perfectly mimicking the reporter's reaction this morning.
they sat in her mayor office's lounge, watching the tv. madara's brief interview in front of the bakery was just aired, which she watched with glee. a box of bakerzoo donuts laid open on the coffee table, hashirama had eaten five by herself.
"nothing," madara sipped his coffee.
"mm, i feel so full." hashirama patted her swollen belly. "madara, are you sure you don't want any?"
"no."
"just a bite, please? you bought them after all."
he glanced at hashirama's pleading eyes, and finally nodded. "just a bite."
she cut a quarter of green donut, the matcha monkey, and offered it to him. "how is it?"
"…hn." madara covered his mouth as he chewed.
it was so damn good.