Amidst the bustling and newly built village of Konoha, our founders have these random and sweet moments with our favorite pinkette in the center of it all. How will these three compete? Or is there a competition in the first place? "I want to take you for myself but I can't." Red eyes stare at her in wanting. "I want to join this little game you started, Sakura." Charming white teeth smirked at her. "If I tell you I want to marry you, not Mito, would you believe me?" Petite hands halted in playing with soft brown strands of hair.

Senju Hashirama

"There are more than a thousand ways to tell a woman you love her."

It was a great day for the growing and newly built village of Konohagakure. The sun was shining gently, not to bright to blind people and not to dim to make people's point of view dark. The cool morning breeze was blowing through the village streets as the village wake up early in the morning with the merchants responsibly opening up their stalls and shinobi dutifully guarding the small village.

And yet Hashirama felt as if he was going straight to the battlefields all over again.

The brunette man is in his room, shirtless (because he sleeps like that and he brother does that too anyways) with beads of sweat slowly trickling down his neck and abdomen (damn those abs) as he continues to do his push-ups so early in the morning. He's been so giddy and energized since yesterday ever since he left the pinkette's cozy home. He always gets that warm, excited, and unbelievable feeling with the pinkette. Her smiles, her laughs and Kami her eyes...it made him feel so alive.

"A thousand and one..."

With that, Hashirama collapsed onto the cold and hard floor but it was okay, the coldness against his tired muscles felt great. He wonders with a smile, what his life would be now without Sakura and how can he tell her that he loves her like crazy. Hashirama thinks about how he will never be able to heal himself if the pinkette rejects him.

Unknown to Hashirama, he isn't the only one that fell hard for the pinkette.