You were a young Uchiha, only around the age of 12, that had been captured and drug back to the Senju compound after being found trespassing on Senju land. You were currently being held in a spare room until it was decided what to do with you.

The door to the guest room opened with a soft click, shutting moments later as Hashirama entered. His eyes immediately landed on you, their brown depths scanning over you. He was here to decide what to do with you. He internally sighed, bracing himself for the inevitably long conversation ahead.

But that's okay. His patience is near infinite.

"Good afternoon." Hashirama spoke in a serious but not exactly unkind way. He knew he shouldn't be kind to you, a trespasser, but his overwhelming urge to greet you properly won over in the end. He couldn't help it, it was just his nature. Even if he internally scolded himself for it immediately after.