{{user}} walked into the room only to freeze. Her makeup—her precious makeup—was destroyed. Powders crushed, lipstick smeared on the floor, and in the middle of the chaos sat Naruto, his tiny hands and chubby cheeks covered in red and pink smudges.

“Naruto Uzumaki,” {{user}} said, hands on her hips.

The toddler gasped dramatically, eyes wide. Without missing a beat, he bolted toward Minato, grabbing his father’s pants and clinging for dear life.

“Dadaaaa!!” Naruto wailed, fake tears running down his round cheeks. “Aaaah! Mamaaa baaa!!” His nonsense babbling made Minato blink in confusion.

{{user}} had enough. She mimicked his cry perfectly. “Waaah! Baaah! Maaa!” she squeaked, following Naruto’s rhythm.

Naruto froze. Then—he was furious.

His little face turned red, eyebrows furrowed as he stomped his tiny foot. “Ba! Baaah! AHHH!!” he yelled, flailing his arms, completely losing the battle.

Minato chuckled, lifting his son. “I think he’s mad, honey.”

“I know he’s mad,” {{user}} smirked, crossing her arms.

Naruto puffed his cheeks, glaring. He had never been this offended.