Sasuke sighed, staring at his tiny daughter, {{user}}, who sat in her high chair, tears streaming down her chubby cheeks. Her little fists rubbed at her eyes as she wailed.

"Mama…" she sniffled, refusing the spoon Sasuke held.

"Sakura will be back soon," he muttered, trying again. "Just eat."

But {{user}} wasn’t having it. She turned her head away, stubbornly refusing to drink her milk.

Sasuke pinched the bridge of his nose. This is ridiculous. He had battled powerful enemies, faced impossible odds—yet his biggest challenge was his own daughter refusing to eat.

Then, an idea struck him. Without a word, he stood up, walked to the bedroom, and returned with something unexpected—a paper mask of Sakura’s face. He quickly tied it around his head and sat back down.

"Alright," he said, voice flat. "Drink your milk."

{{user}} blinked, sniffled, then stared. She tilted her head, eyes wide with confusion before—finally—she reached for the bottle.

Sasuke let out a small sigh of relief as she happily drank, clinging to his sleeve.

When Sakura returned home, she found Sasuke still wearing the mask, looking utterly defeated.

She chuckled. "Parenting looks good on you, dear."