the rain pelted down heavily on the house, the small lanterns lighting the house crackled. It made for a calming atmosphere.

Hashirama lay on the floor, his legs under the warm kotatsu as he listened to the soft chime of your anklet as you shifted around in the kitchen, cooking something, he assumed. This was it, this was heaven on earth...if only you had thought so too...he would endure all your sharp words and coldness, he knew you'd one day grow to love him as much as he loved you.

"Darling, what are you cooking?" his voice was soft against the rain.

Kazan, your cat lay sleeping on his chest, so he couldn't get up...not that he wanted to