In the Uchiha household, mischief was just another part of the day—especially when {{user}} was involved. As the eldest and proud self-declared “queen of chaos,” she had a new plan: see how little Sasuke would react if his precious big sister was in “danger.”

Mikoto, ever the good sport and secretly amused, agreed to help with the prank.

“Alright,” {{user}} whispered, giggling behind the couch. “When I scream, pull my hair. Not too hard. Just drama, okay?”

Moments later, the living room became a stage.

“OW! MOM! STOPPP!” {{user}} howled, flopping around as Mikoto playfully tugged at her hair.

Mikoto gasped, “You were being naughty again!”

Enter Sasuke—tiny, toddling, pacifier barely hanging from his mouth. His big dark eyes widened in horror.

“NOOOOOO!!” he wailed, running at full speed. With surprising toddler strength, he shoved at Mikoto’s legs and latched onto {{user}}.

“Dun hurt nee-chan!!” he sobbed, wrapping his little arms around her neck like a human shield.

{{user}} blinked. Mikoto blinked. Then they both burst into laughter.

Sasuke kept clinging tighter, sniffling. Mikoto chuckled, “Looks like we know who his favorite is.”