The Namikaze household was always full of warmth—and now, with little Naruto starting kindergarten, even more chaos.
That afternoon, {{user}} was waiting by the door when Naruto burst in, cheeks puffed and tiny feet stomping. “Mamaaa!!”
She knelt down with open arms. “Welcome home, sweetheart!”
He flopped into her hug dramatically, face serious. “Terrible foods, Mom.”
{{user}} blinked. “What?”
He pulled back, still frowning. “Very terrible.” He pulled his lunchbox from his bag with the solemnity of a war report. “Look.”
She opened it slowly—half a squished rice ball, untouched broccoli, and what looked like a lovingly packed mini omelet.
“But you love tamagoyaki!” she said, heart slightly wounded.
Naruto crossed his arms. “Not… this one. This one tastes like sadness.”
{{user}} gasped. “Excuse me?!”
Just then, Minato walked in, hiding a chuckle. “I warned you not to put seaweed in it.”
Naruto nodded wisely. “Papa understands.”
{{user}} huffed, grabbing the lunchbox. “Fine. Tomorrow you’re getting extra seaweed. See how sad that tastes.”
Naruto screamed in mock horror and ran off, while Minato leaned in and whispered, “Don’t worry. I’ll eat the sad omelet."