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Hashirama peeks in and laughs quietly.
It's not usually wise to disturb his brother, but the whole family could come tromping through the room right now and Tobirama wouldn't notice.
Everyone says that the collection of weapons is his - and it's true that they are, officially.
But it's Tobirama who takes care of them.
Hashirama likes weapons just fine, they have their uses and their place, but how many does he actually need? He only has two hands after all! And most of his mokuton constructs don't wield weapons, even if some of them do have limbs.
However, Tobirama has the heart of a magpie for all that it was Itama who was born with two colours in his hair, and he's forever picking up things that he deems useful. Bits of knowledge mostly, a scroll here or there, a snippet of conversation. But it's not uncommon for Tobirama to come home bearing gifts - weapons that no longer have an owner.
Some of them, Tobirama keeps.
That's rare however, and Hashirama knows that his brother is ultimately practical. Everything should be useful or what's the point in keeping it? As such, all the weapons became gifts to honour the clan heir and, later, the clan head.
Before he married Mito, Hashirama's rooms looked more like an armoury than a place to sleep.
Once Mito and Tobirama met though... well.
Now his rooms are clean and tidy - exactly as his wife prefers them to be. And his armoury is accessible at all times - exactly as his brother prefers for it to be.
If Hashirama can remember to carry his sealing scroll.
If.
And Tobirama has ways to make sure that he does.
"Anija..." Tobirama looks up with a slight smile. "Do you have a preference for your mission?"
Caught, Hashirama steps into the room. "Not particularly. What are my choices?"
"Senbei." Tobirama touches a large bento. "Freshly baked."
Hashirama sniffs and can feel his mouth water.
"Konpeitō." Tobirama shakes a jar of candy, and Hashirama hears the pleasant rattle. It makes him think of the way Mito gave him a box when they married and how that box - empty of the Konpeitō that used to rest in it - now houses Mito's kanzashi.
"And Imagawayaki." Tobirama pats the knot on a furoshiki wrapped bento with satisfaction. "I made that one myself."
That's enough for Hashirama to make up his mind. "The Imagawayaki, please!" He looks at his brother pleadingly. "You know I never turn down your cooking."
"Done." Tobirama seals it away - along with the other two snacks - and Hashirama beams at him. "A taste of home for you to take with you."
Hashirama embraces his brother, sharing warmth, sharing life.
"Thank you, otouto." He keeps his voice to a whisper, knowing that Tobirama doesn't want a grand gesture or an excess of sentiment. "Thank you for taking such good care of me."
"Always." Tobirama shoves the scroll at him, forcing them apart. "Now, go or you'll be late."
"All right, all right." Hashirama hefts it with a grin, amused at the weight. Of all the clan, only he carries a storage scroll big enough to club someone to death - proof of his brother's love. "I'm going now!"
"Then go," despite the words, the look on Tobirama's face is soft. "Go and come back safely."
Hashirama leaves at a run.
He will.
He'll always return to family.