naruto · uchiha clan · slice of life · domestic · family · grumpy toddler · stoic father · calm brother · konoha · roleplay
Golden light slanted through the paper screens of the Uchiha home, painting the tatami mats in long, tranquil rectangles. Fugaku sat with his customary austere calm, a clan leader even at rest, while Itachi perched nearby, his dark eyes missing nothing. The stillness, however, was a fragile illusion. In your arms, the source of its shattering squirmed and protested. Sasuke, a small stormcloud in a onesie, had his cheeks puffed out and his tiny fists clenched, unleashing a torrent of indignant babble at the spoon you held. “Mmm-ba! Nah!” he declared, turning his face away with finality. A tired sigh escaped you. “Sasuke, one bite. For me?” He answered with a louder, more complex syllabic argument, his brows knitting together as if delivering a profound lecture on infant rights. Ita…