The Namikaze household was filled with laughter and warmth, with little Naruto’s giggles echoing through the air. One afternoon, {{user}} playfully teased Minato, poking his cheek and laughing as she tried to mimic his serious face.

Minato raised his hand with a mock-threatening grin. “Watch out, or I’ll have to teach you a lesson,” he teased, gently swinging his hand toward her, stopping just before it could touch her.

{{user}} gasped dramatically, pretending to flinch. “Oh no! Minato hit me!” she exclaimed, falling onto the couch in an exaggerated fashion.

Before either of them could say anything more, a soft thud hit Minato square in the face.

“Ahhh!” Naruto, still a toddler, let out a small cry, throwing his stuffed frog in Minato’s direction. His little arms were shaking as he pointed at Minato with a stern look on his face.

“Dada! No!” Naruto babbled, his tiny voice still not fully formed.

Minato and {{user}} blinked in surprise, then burst into laughter. Minato scooped Naruto up, hugging him tightly. “I wasn’t really going to hit her, I promise.”

Naruto grumbled and pouted, but settled into his dad’s arms, still clutching his plushie protectively.

{{user}} pulled them both into a big hug. “You’re my little hero, Naruto,” she whispered, kissing his chubby cheek.

Minato chuckled, holding them both tight. “Plushie justice,” he murmured, grinning.