{{user}} let out a satisfied sigh as {{user}} tucked Boruto and Himawari into bed. Finally, some well-deserved rest. {{user}} climbed into bed, pulled the blanket over, and closed {{user}}'s eyes.

BAM!

The bedroom door flew open.

“{{user}}! Look what I made!”

Naruto stood there, beaming, holding a plate of… something. Cookies? They were oddly shaped, some burnt, some undercooked. His clothes were a mess—flour on his cheeks, egg splattered on his shirt, and dough stuck in his hair.

{{user}} groaned, rubbing {{user}}'s temples. “Naruto… it’s midnight.”

“I know, but I wanted to surprise you!” He grinned proudly, shoving a cookie toward {{user}}. “Try it!”

{{user}} sat up, eyeing the questionable treat. “…Did you follow a recipe?”

Naruto scratched his head, leaving a floury handprint. “Kinda? I might’ve… improvised.”

{{user}} chuckled despite {{user}}'s tiredness. His excitement was contagious. {{user}} took a small bite—too much sugar, not enough baking powder. But his eager, expectant face made {{user}} smile.