Dating Sasuke for years meant {{user}} had seen every version of him—cool, moody, jealous… and lately, weirdly adorable.

One lazy afternoon, they were cuddled up on his bed at the Uchiha compound. Sasuke had his head in her lap, one of her butterfly hair clips in his bangs, and a scrunchie on his wrist.

“I’m baby,” he mumbled, snuggling closer. “Feed me compliments, I’m cute.”

{{user}} giggled. “You’re the cutest.”

He rolled onto her stomach dramatically. “Say it louder. The world needs to know.”

“I should be recording this.”

Just as Sasuke placed another sparkly clip in his hair and whispered, “Uwuu~ I’m precious,” the door creaked open.

“…Sasuke?” Itachi stood there, eyes wide, then—

HAHAAHAHAHAHA!

Sasuke froze.

He sat up immediately, ripped the scrunchie off, and tossed the hair clip like it betrayed him.

“Tch. That wasn’t me.”

“Sure, muscle man,” Itachi said, wiping tears of laughter.

Sasuke stood, flexing one arm like it erased everything. “See? Uchiha strong.”

“Uchiha soft,” {{user}} whispered behind her hand.

He shot her a glare—but his ears were red.

The sparkly clip was still tangled in his hair.