Scene: Birthday Hall –Late Evening

  The party lights flicker gently as guests laugh, talk, and eat. The air carries sweetness—

  of cake, but also something deeper, unspoken.

  Yuta stands sleepily by the cake table, eyes half-lidded, but smiling. Despite how drained

  he looks, he raises the knife.

  Yuta (yawning):

  “Alright… let’s get this part done.”

  He cuts the cake neatly, carefully plating it with surprising grace for someone half-

  asleep. He hands it around—one by one.

  Yuta:

  “Here you go, Boruto.”

  Boruto:

  “Thanks, bro. You look half-dead though.”

  Yuta (chuckling):

  “That’s about right.”

  He gives pieces to Mitsuki, Shikadai, Sumire, and Metal Lee. They all thank him warmly.

  Finally, Yuta walks over to Himawari, placing a small slice in her hands.

  Himawari(smiling brightly):

  “Thank you, Onii-chan!”

  Her joy perks him up a little. He walks next to Aria, whose eyes are quietly watching him.

  Yuta:

  “Here. One for you too.”

  As he hands her the plate, their fingers brush. Aria blushes slightly, her pink eyes

  fluttering.

  Aria (softly):

  “Th-thank you...”

  Yuta (gentle smile):

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  “No problem.”

  He turns to walk toward Sarada, who stands in the corner. But as he approaches her with

  the last slice—

  Sarada’s eyes flash. She turns sharply and storms off.

  Yuta stands there, still holding the slice meant for her.

  The smile fades.

  Yuta (quietly, to himself):

  “…It’s fine. It did hurt. But… it’s fine.”

  There’s a pause.

  Then, Boruto, Sumire, Mitsuki, Shikadai, and Metal Lee surround Yuta. Without a word,

  they gather beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder, giving small nods of quiet

  support.

  Sarada, glancing back from the hallway, sees this—and her face tightens.

  She clenches her fists, trembling.

  Chocho (worried):

  “Hey... Sarada—”

  Sarada:

  “Don’t.”

  She walks faster.

  Scene:Outside the Hall

  Aria stands silently, guilt pressing her chest.

  Ryuota (firmly):

  “I’ll go. This is my responsibility… as her big brother.”

  He turns to Aria.

  Ryuota:

  “And Aria… this isn’t your fault.”

  Aria looks down, her voice barely audible.

  Aria:

  “I hope so…”

  Scene: Uchiha Household – Night

  Sarada’s room is a mess of silence and sugar.

  She stares at the cakes she spent days making—every single one of them.

  Her Sharingan ignites in frustration.

  And then—

  CRACK!

  She smashes one. Then another. The cakes fall one by one as tears brim in her eyes.

  Suddenly, arms wrap around her from behind.

  Ryuota (softly):

  “Hey, idiot. What happened?”

  Sarada (voice cracking):

  “…It hurts… Nii-chan.”

  Ryuota:

  “You know… every cake you made had four slices already cut.”

  Sarada sniffles.

  Ryuota (smirking):

  “One? I ate. Only the ones you made without my help.

  Two slices? Your dad took. One for him. One for Mom.”

  Sarada (wiping tears):

  “…Classic Dad…”

  Sarada:

  “And the last one?”

  Ryuota:

  “You know how sleepy Yuta was today?”

  She nods.

  Ryuota:

  “That’s because he came here at midnight to taste your cakes.

  He knew you’d be working too hard to rest…

  So he came and ate—reviewed—every single one.”

  Sarada’s eyes widen.

  Ryuota (chuckling):

  “He said, ‘Too much sugar in this one… wait, this one’s perfect.’

  And yeah… the sugar made him drowsy.”

  Ryuota (gently):

  “Sarada… he cared. Even helped me fix mistakes. Most of your cakes… were perfected

  thanks to him.”

  Sarada lowers herself to her knees, hugging the ruined tray.

  Tears fall freely.

  Flashback: Behind theUchiha House–The Night Before

  Yuta stands by the kitchen, taking tiny bites from each slice.

  Yuta:

  “This one’s too sweet… this one’s got potential… Hey, Ryuota…”

  Ryuota:

  “Yeah?”

  Yuta:

  “I think something bad is coming.”

  Yuta (looking at the sky):

  “I saw… a girl in my dreams.”

  Ryuota (pausing):

  “…So did I.”

  Back to Present –Uchiha Household

  Ryuota:

  “That girl we both saw… was her.

  Aria.”

  He gently rests his hand on Sarada’s shoulder.

  Ryuota (softly):

  “Now you understand… why he touched her face.”

  Sarada lets out a shaky breath—

  —and sobs as she throws her arms around her brother.

  Scene: Sasuke& Sakura’s Room

  The two sit quietly, tasting Sarada’s messiest cakes.

  Sasuke eats one… then another.

  Sakura watches him with a smirk.

  Sakura:

  “My emotionally constipated husband… shedding tears over cake.

  How quaint.”

  Sasuke (blushing):

  “…Shut up.”

  Sakura (grinning):

  “I still can’t believe I pinned down the most handsome guy in our generation.”

  She kisses him.

  Sasuke (quietly, while returning the kiss):

  “In childhood, girls chased me.

  Now… I have to watch my daughter chase someone.”

  Sakura (laughing):

  “Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it?”

  They kiss again. Deeper this time.

  Sasuke (muffled):

  “…Yehh…”