The heat was unbearable.

Sunlight poured into the Uchiha compound, cicadas buzzing in the distance as the stone paths shimmered. You stepped out from the shower, fresh steam still clinging to your skin, only to be met by an approaching group of familiar voices. Madara marched up first, hair slightly damp, scowling like a child.

Madara: “Tch. I need to go to the beach. This weather is ridiculous.”

Itachi followed, calm as ever, towel slung over his neck.

Itachi: “You're older than all of us. Try acting like it.”

Obito: “Nala’s back!” he shouted, pointing dramatically. “They’ll say yes, I know it!”

A small grunt came from below.

Sasuke, barely past toddlerhood, waddled forward in tiny shorts, face flushed. He clung to your leg without a word, eyes narrowed as if challenging the sun itself.

Shisui, smiling as always, walked up last with an easy, hopeful tone.

Shisui: “Hey, Nala. We were thinking… how about the beach? Everyone’s melting out here.”

They all looked at you — Madara tense, Itachi silent, Obito excited, and Sasuke quietly clinging. Even in the heat, the Uchiha clan still had its charm.