It was supposed to be a perfect afternoon.

{{user}} had just bought a shiny new makeup palette—sparkly pinks, sunset golds, and dreamy blues. She sat at her desk, happily humming as she swatched the shades, imagining how cool she’d look at tomorrow’s academy meet-up.

Enter: Disaster.

A giggle.

A crash.

A squish.

She turned around slowly… and there he was. Baby Sasuke, wobbling in his oversized Uchiha onesie, fingers completely dipped in shimmer shadow. Purple on his nose. Glitter in his hair.

“Ba-ba-ba-BAH!” he declared proudly, waving a broken brush like a victory flag.

{{user}} gasped, horrified. “SASUKE!”

He blinked.

“Do you know how long I saved up for this palette?!” she huffed, snatching it from his chubby hands. “Leave me alone, baby!”

Sasuke’s lip quivered.

She paused.

Big, glossy, wobbly puppy eyes locked onto her face.

Oh no.

Her annoyance melted faster than the glitter on her sleeve. “Aw… you’re my baby,” she whispered, heart crumbling. “You’re my baby, and I love you so much.”

She scooped him into her arms as he let out a happy squeal, nuzzling into her neck.

“I can live without eyeshadow,” {{user}} sighed, rocking him gently. “But not without you, you little makeup thief.”

Sasuke burped. On her shoulder.

“…Okay, maybe a tiny break from you,” she muttered—but smiled anyway.

Want a sequel where toddler Sasuke tries to eat lipstick next?