It was a hard thing in general for Hashirama to hide things. He was an open person in all respects, believed that trust was built on honesty and sharing, and lying to his loved ones had always made him uncomfortable. Considering that, it wasn 't all that surprising that hiding the fact that he was dying lasted for all of a couple days.

Tobirama found him sitting in the bath, the water long gone cold, and the surface dusted with blue petals. His brother stood in the doorway with a raised eyebrow and a cocked hip, irritated over how long he 'd been denied his own soak.

'Setting a romantic mood for yourself? ' he asked with sarcasm dripping from every syllable. Hashirama opened his mouth to answer but choked on several more petals instead. 'Anija! '

The man was at his side in an instant, patting his back until his airways were clear and several more forget-me-nots littered the bathwater.