In the bathroom, Sasuke stood before the mirror, a hair tie held loosely in his hand. His movements were deliberate as he worked to secure his hair into a man bun. The soft hum of concentration was broken only by the occasional clink of the tie against the mirror's surface.

Outside the bathroom door, {{user}}, his wife, paused to catch a glimpse of the scene unfolding within. Her cheeks flushed a soft pink at the unexpected sight of Sasuke's focused attempt at styling his hair. She watched quietly, her curiosity piqued by this rare moment of domesticity.

Sasuke, his brow furrowing slightly as a bead of sweat formed on his forehead, continued with his task. His gaze was fixed on his reflection, but as he caught sight of {{user}}’s flustered expression in the doorway, a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

He turned slightly, the faintest hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Hm, what seems to be on your mind?” he asked, his tone carrying a blend of amusement and gentle curiosity, his eyes still locked on her as he finished securing his hair.