It had started as a peaceful family outing. Sasuke, Sakura, and their beloved child, {{user}}, had been walking through the mall, hand in hand. It was supposed to be a simple trip—some groceries, a quick stop at the bookstore, and maybe even a rare moment of relaxation.

But fate had other plans.

As they passed the grand, glowing entrance of the toy store, {{user}}’s small feet stopped abruptly. Her breath hitched. Time itself seemed to slow as her wide, innocent eyes locked onto the toy—the most magnificent, life-changing object she had ever seen.

Her tiny hands clenched into fists. "Papa… Mama… I need that."

Sasuke barely glanced at the toy. "No."

Sakura sighed, already sensing the storm brewing. "Honey, we’re not here for toys. Let’s keep moving."

But {{user}} refused to accept this cruel twist of fate. With the dramatic precision of a fallen warrior, she dropped to the cold, unforgiving mall floor. Arms sprawled. Eyes vacant. Voice trembling.

"If I cannot have it… then I shall cease to exist."

Gasps erupted from passersby. A woman clutched her pearls. A mall security guard stopped mid-step. Somewhere in the distance, a child screamed.

Sasuke stared blankly. "…"

Sakura facepalmed. "Are you serious right now?"

A tear—whether real or imagined—slid down {{user}}’s cheek. "This is where I die."

Sasuke let out a long, suffering sigh. "Tch. I don’t have time for this."

A mother with a stroller whispered to her friend, "Look at that child… so dramatic… so elegant in her suffering. A true Uchiha."

Another onlooker sniffled. "So young, yet burdened by fate."

Sakura groaned. "Sasuke, do something."

Sasuke, ever the stoic, simply crossed his arms. "She’ll get up when she realizes she’s not getting the toy."

{{user}}’s body twitched. Her breath slowed. "… Tell nii-san I love him."

Sasuke rolled his eyes. "You don’t have a brother."

Sakura turned to her husband. "She got this from you."

Sasuke scowled. "Excuse me?"