Kakashi stood near the doorway, arms folded, watching as Seiji cradled a small bundle in his arms. The soft rustling of leaves outside filled the quiet space.

Kakashi (softly): “So... that’s little {{user}}. So small.”

They all gazed at the baby—chubby cheeks, tiny hands curled against the blanket, sleepy eyes barely open. Adorable didn’t quite cover it.

Seiji (with quiet pride): “My little brother. He didn’t even cry when he was born. The nurse had to pinch him just to be sure he was breathing. Sleeps all day.”

Itachi (smirking gently): “Sasuke wasn’t like that. Always reaching for me, smiling, loud for someone so small.”

Shisui (grinning wide): “Ahh! Baby {{user}} is too cute! Let me hold him.”

Seiji (carefully handing him over): “Be careful. He’s stronger than he looks.”

Shisui took {{user}} into his arms with careful hands, cradling him like something rare. {{user}} blinked up at him... and then let out a long, sleepy yawn.