modern au. ditched the usual format because i typed from phone

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"When you said it's close, I didn't think it's across the street!"

Madara let Hashirama in with her pizza. "Closer to my office too-sorry about the boxes..."

"Still need help unpacking?" Hashirama made space for the food atop the kitchen counter.

He shook his head. "I didn't bring much stuff from my old place. The living room is still empty, however."

They sat on the counter, sharing pizza slices while looking at an online furniture catalogue. Madara's new house was small, only has one bedroom, but strategically placed that it's close to transportation access.

"What's with you and black furniture?" she asked, exasperated after Madara put the fifth item in the cart. They're all black.

"My place, my taste." He grinned to himself.

"You have large windows, the light would heat your room. It's gonna be scorching in the summer."

"Black curtain it is," Madara chirped, unusually happy.

"...Imagine opening that first thing in the morning and the sunlight goes BAM on your eyes. No."

"See for yourself."

The bedroom was nearly empty as well, save for a large wardrobe already half full with his clothes. His window actually facing a row of trees, blocking the view to the streets.

"No curtains."

"No need." Hashirama scrolled the cart. "Are you sure with the bed? It looks too large."

"What?" Madara raised an eyebrow, kicking an old mattress to the corner. "I can't expect a company with this, right?"

"About time you throw that out," Hashirama chuckled, knowing how often she used to say the mattress would get in the way of his love life. "Bed, couch, coffee table, night stands... are these all?"

Madara opened the window, letting fresh air inside. "Just one last thing."

"Mm?"

"You. I need a roommate."

Hashirama furrowed her eyebrows. "Why would I? My apartment is close by."

"You don't have to pay rent."

"I'm not gonna sleep on your couch, Madara."

"Of course not, why would I buy a king sized bed if I'd be sleeping alone?"

Hashirama blinked as understanding dawned on her. "Oh..."

"Are you saying yes-?"

"If you're so afraid of sleeping alone maybe don't choose all black furniture!" She giggled, furiously tapping on the phone. "Let's add some stuffed animals to the cart too!"

After ten minutes of silent treatment later, Madara convinced her not to add stuffed animals into his shopping cart. But it took him three cups of tea to clear up the misunderstanding and get his point across.

"I see," Hashirama said, back in the kitchen. "So you want me to move in with you..."

Madara nodded.

"And share your bed."

He nodded again.

"Wouldn't that be awkward if you decide to date someone later...?"

"You know what..." Madara took his phone, opening a glittering catalogue from a different shop. "Pick whichever ring you like. I'll take a day off next week to register our marriage."

Hashirama froze. Her fingers trembled as she picked up the phone. "You can propose to me with a donut and I'll still say yes," she said, half whispering, "but if I'm gonna live here, then I have a say in what furniture we will buy."

"Here we go again..." Madara tried not to smile, albeit rolling his eyes jokingly.

It took them another week to reach a compromise over how dark the furniture are and how many potted plants she wanna place in their small home.

But Madara did propose to Hashirama with a glazed donut.