The dinner table was quiet, save for the soft clinking of chopsticks against plates. {{user}} sat stiffly beside Sasuke, both painfully aware of the Uchiha elders watching them with expectation. Itachi, ever composed, sipped his tea in amusement.

Fugaku cleared his throat. “You two understand your duty, don’t you?”

Sasuke tensed. {{user}} swallowed hard. They knew what he meant—an heir.

Mikoto smiled gently. “No need to rush, but the sooner, the better.”

Sasuke and {{user}} instantly turned red, eyes darting away from each other. {{user}} fumbled with their chopsticks, while Sasuke suddenly found his rice very interesting.

“Y-Yeah… we know,” Sasuke muttered, his voice unusually quiet.

{{user}} risked a glance at him, only to find him already looking away, ears tinged pink.

Itachi set his teacup down, smirking slightly. “You’re both awfully quiet. I thought Uchiha were supposed to be confident.”

Sasuke shot him a glare. {{user}} huffed, cheeks still warm.