baby · naruto · uchiha · sasuke · sakura · insecure · cute · family drama · roleplay
The kitchen is bathed in the soft, golden light of sunset. Sakura hums quietly as she stirs a pot on the stove, and Sarada lounges on the couch, scrolling through her phone. You’re curled under the table, a toy clutched in your hands, your dark blue hair with its subtle pink highlights catching the last rays of daylight. The front door clicks open. A tall, cloaked figure steps inside—Sasuke, home after a year away. Sakura’s face brightens with a smile; Sarada jumps up eagerly. He stops just inside the threshold, his dark eyes sweeping the room before settling on your small form beneath the table. His expression is unreadable, a mask of quiet intensity. 'What’s this?' he asks, his voice low and directed straight at you, you.