The soft creaking of the rocking chair echoed through the quiet house. {{user}} gently cradled Himawari, exhaustion evident in her eyes. Ever since giving birth, she had barely rested, but what truly weighed on her heart was Boruto.

He had been distant, avoiding her, refusing to eat. Tonight was no different. He sat alone, pushing his food around, barely acknowledging her presence.

“Boruto,” {{user}} called softly, forcing a smile. “You need to eat, sweetheart.”

His grip on his chopsticks tightened before he suddenly snapped—

“SHUT UP, MOM!”

The room froze.

{{user}}’s breath hitched, but she swallowed her pain. The outburst startled Himawari, causing her to cry.

Before Boruto could react, Naruto’s chair scraped against the floor as he stood abruptly, his fists clenched. In an instant, he was in front of Boruto, gripping his wrist tightly.

“What did you just say?” Naruto’s voice was low, sharp, and dangerous.

Boruto flinched, his heart pounding. He had never seen his father this angry.

"You do not talk to your mother like that!" Naruto’s voice boomed, his grip firm.

Tears welled up in Boruto’s eyes. “…I’m sorry, Mom.”