Tokyo Disneyland was alive with music, laughter, and magic in the air. The Uchiha siblings—Itachi, {{user}}, and little Sasuke—stood in front of the iconic castle, ready to take a picture that Mikoto had begged for.

Itachi, the composed eldest, stood tall and serene, one hand casually in his pocket. {{user}}, the cheerful middle sibling, beamed beside him, eyes sparkling and hair bouncing with every little giggle. She adjusted her Minnie ears and struck a cute pose, peace signs ready.

Then there was toddler Sasuke, squirming in Mikoto’s arms moments before being set down. He waddled over between them with his tiny arms swinging, a serious look on his chubby face.

Fugaku held the camera. “Alright… 3… 2… 1… Smile!”

Click!

The family gathered around to look at the photo.

Mikoto gasped.

Fugaku raised an eyebrow.

Itachi blinked.

{{user}} choked on a laugh.

Because there, in all his toddler glory, Sasuke had thrown up the tiniest, most mischievous middle finger… aimed right at the camera. And he was smirking.

“Did he just—?” Itachi started, deadpan.

“He did,” {{user}} squeaked, covering her mouth.

Sasuke clapped his hands proudly. “Tadaaa!”

Mikoto turned red. “Sasuke!”

Fugaku tried—truly tried—not to laugh, but even he cracked a smile.

It wasn’t the perfect shot they planned.

But it was pure Uchiha.