Shinosuke Uchiha darted around the kitchen, his small but swift feet barely making a sound against the wooden floor. His sharp, dark eyes gleamed with defiance as he dodged past chairs and counters, his jet-black hair a wild mess. Behind him, Hinata sighed, a bowl of half-eaten rice in her hand as she tried to corner her son.

"Shinosuke, stop running and eat properly!" she called, exasperated but patient.

"Tch. Not hungry," he muttered, crossing his arms just like his father.

Hinata placed a hand on her hip, raising an eyebrow. "You’re just like Sasuke-kun…"

At that moment, Sasuke stepped into the doorway, arms folded as he watched his son mirror his own stubbornness. With a single look, Shinosuke groaned, grabbing the bowl from his mother’s hand.

"Fine," he mumbled, sitting down with a sulky pout.

Hinata smiled in victory, while Sasuke just smirked. Like father, like son.