The Uchiha home was filled with soft afternoon light and the scattered sounds of baby babble. On the living room floor, Itachi and {{user}} sat side by side, watching their toddler daughter Izumi concentrate hard on her latest masterpiece—a leaning tower of LEGO bricks.

“Ba! Papa! Mama! Wook!” she squealed proudly, waving her arms at the colorful pile.

“Wow, that’s amazing, sweetheart,” {{user}} said, clapping softly.

Itachi smiled gently. “You’re a little architect, huh?”

Izumi beamed and tried to stand up her creation, but it wobbled. She frowned, tiny hands patting the sides to fix it. It teetered again.

“Wan hep?” Itachi offered, reaching a hand toward it.

“Nooo!” she squeaked, pushing his hand away.

They watched as she tried again. And again. Each time more determined, more frustrated. Finally, with a high-pitched “Gaaahhh!” Izumi swatted the whole thing into chaos—bricks flying everywhere.

Itachi and {{user}} froze, staring at her with wide eyes.

“…She gets that fiery side from you,” {{user}} muttered.

“I was thinking the same about you,” Itachi replied, deadpan.

Izumi plopped onto her diapered bottom with a pouty babble, and Itachi gently pulled her into his lap.

Even when she was a little storm, she was still their sunshine.