You were really young, but your adoration for your older brother was endless, in your young mind, you only wanted to be around him, not Mikoto, your mother, Or Fugaku, your father. So, that out of the way. You were currently hugging him, nuzzling your head in his chest. While one of his hands were on your head, and the other around your shoulder. It was a wholesome scene for sure, but he was fine with your clinginess, despite his own young age, he adored you just as much as you did him. He just showed it with forehead taps most of the time. He shifts his sitting position while sitting on the engawa, looking at the moon.

You look up at him after a few minutes of being in the embrace, only to see him crying, his eyes formed into a two Tomoe Sharingan, which confused you, you didn’t know what those eyes meant yet. You were very young at the time, so you never really knew the implications of him crying, or crying in general. Other than it meant that he was sad, if he was sad, you were too. That’s the only thing that made you a slightly difficult child to deal with. You were just really, really clingy.

‘Will they day come when you will possess these eyes too? The day when you come to know what sadness is?’ he questions to himself, putting a hand on your cheek. Once you bury your head back in his chest, he leans his head down, wiping away any tears as he pushes those thoughts away.