The Uchiha household was small, worn, but full of warmth. Fugaku worked long hours fixing rooftops, while Mikoto cleaned houses in the next town over. Itachi helped where he could, and {{user}}—their youngest—always smiled through the cracks of their hard life.

At school, a new trend bloomed: Labubu dolls—big eyes, soft fur, each more expensive than the last. Every girl had one.

“Papa… can I have one too?” {{user}} asked one night, her voice soft with hope.

Fugaku paused. He looked at Mikoto, then nodded with a quiet smile.

He spent the next evening searching market stalls until he found one—a fake, stitched off-color, but close enough. He placed it on her pillow like a secret gift.

{{user}} hugged it tightly the next day. But school wasn’t kind “That’s not real!” they laughed. “So poor, even her doll’s fake!”

She came home with quiet tears and a broken smile.

Fugaku saw it. He didn’t ask. He only knelt, pulled her close, and whispered, “I’m sorry it’s not real… but my love is.”