The small wooden spoon hovered in front of Naruto’s mouth, filled with warm rice and vegetables. “Come on, sweetie, just one more bite,” {{user}} coaxed, but the little blond toddler ignored her. Instead, he giggled, smashing his tiny toy frog against the table.

{{user}} sighed, exhaustion weighing on her shoulders. She had been awake since dawn—cooking, cleaning, even helping Minato with his students. And now, after all that, Naruto wouldn’t even eat.

“Eat your food, Naruto,” she said more firmly, but he only pouted and turned away.

That was it. She slammed the spoon down, frustration bubbling over. “Naruto Uzumaki, enough! I work so hard every day, and you won’t even listen to me? I am exhausted!”

Naruto flinched, his blue eyes filling with tears. He sniffled and, with his wobbly legs, slid off the chair. Without a word, he toddled away.

A few moments later, she found him in his room, stuffing his tiny backpack with random toys and a blanket. His chubby cheeks were puffed in determination.

“Nu-woo go ‘way!” he sniffled, stomping his little foot.