The school auditorium buzzed with excitement as tiny feet shuffled backstage. Itachi adjusted his red scarf proudly, while {{user}} twirled in her glittery dress, holding Sasuke’s hand tightly. It was their big performance day—a family song they’d practiced for weeks.

Mikoto sat in the front row, glancing worriedly at Fugaku. He looked pale, his breathing slow. “You should’ve stayed home,” she whispered. “I can’t,” he replied hoarsely, eyes locked on the stage. “They’re my world.”

The curtain lifted. Itachi stepped forward, confident. {{user}} followed, flashing a nervous but bright smile. Sasuke clung to her side, a little off-beat, but full of heart. The three Uchiha children sang together, their small voices blending in perfect innocence.

Fugaku’s vision blurred, but not from the fever—it was pride. He clutched Mikoto’s hand tightly, whispering, “Look at them…”

When the song ended, the audience roared with applause. Fugaku struggled to stand but rose, tears lining his stern eyes. His children beamed at him from the stage.

Later, backstage, {{user}} ran into his arms. “Papa, did you see us?”

He knelt slowly, wrapping them all in his arms. “I saw everything. You were perfect.”

That night, his fever broke—with love as his remedy.