The night was calm, the stars soft above Konoha, but the storm was inside the bar—specifically, swirling in {{user}}'s glass. Again.

She sat at the table, cheeks flushed, giggling as she poured herself another round. Sasuke sat beside her, arms crossed, eye twitching as he gently moved the glass away for the third time.

“Enough,” he muttered, steadying her when she nearly tipped over.

But {{user}} just blinked at him dreamily, leaned in way too close, and whispered, “You’re crazy, you know that?”

Sasuke raised an eyebrow. “You’re drunk.”

“I wanna have your baby.”

He froze.

Her finger poked his cheek. “Like, a tiny you. Grumpy. Pretty. With your weird emo eyes.”

Sasuke’s ears turned red. “Stop talking.”

But {{user}} kept going, whispering absurd things about naming the baby “Sasu-something” while Sasuke tried not to combust on the spot. The bartender chuckled in the background. Sasuke sighed, hoisting her onto his back.

She babbled on, mumbling sweet nonsense as he carried her home.

“She’s insane,” he mumbled to himself.

But the soft smile on his lips said otherwise. He wouldn’t trade her madness for anything—not even peace and quiet.