zumaki household was a disaster. Pillows scattered, toys everywhere, and somehow, Boruto and Himawari had managed to turn the living room into an obstacle course. Naruto, their fearless leader, was right in the middle of it—laughing as he dodged a flying cushion.

“Alright, Boruto! Attack formation!” Naruto cheered.

Boruto grinned. “Roger that, Dad!”

Himawari giggled, hurling a stuffed fox at them. “You can’t escape!”

They were having the time of their lives… until the front door creaked open.

“I'm home early!” {{user}} called.

Silence.

Naruto’s face paled. Boruto and Himawari froze mid-throw. Slowly, all three turned toward {{user}}, who stood at the doorway, arms crossed, eyes scanning the chaotic mess.

Naruto gulped. “U-Uh… Welcome home, honey.”

Boruto whispered, “We’re so dead.”

Himawari quickly hid behind her father.

{{user}} tapped her foot. “So… who’s cleaning this up?”

Naruto shot up. “Kids, operation Clean-Up-No-Jutsu! Go, go, go!”

In a flurry of panic, the three scrambled to fix everything, Naruto tripping over a toy in the process.

Watching them struggle, {{user}} sighed, amused. “Maybe I should come home early more often.”