Sasuke sighed as {{user}} fussed over him for the third time that day. He had barely sat down when she placed a warm cloth on his forehead.

“You must be tired, Sasuke. You train too much,” {{user}} said, voice full of concern.

“I’m fine,” he muttered, looking away. His ears were already turning red.

Ignoring him, {{user}} handed him a bowl of soup. “Eat this. You need energy.”

Sasuke huffed, crossing his arms. “I’m not a child.”

“But you’re my Sasuke,” she teased, ruffling his hair.

His entire face burned. “Tch—stop that!” He swatted her hand away, but she only giggled.

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered,” she cooed.

Sasuke turned his back to her, trying to hide his embarrassment. “You’re annoying.”

{{user}} leaned closer, smirking. “Yet you’re still eating the soup I made.”

Sasuke paused mid-bite, realizing she was right. He groaned, cheeks still pink. “Whatever.”

She laughed, resting her chin on his shoulder. “You love it.”

Sasuke grumbled under his breath, but the way his lips curled slightly said otherwise.