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Day 30: Role Reverse - ssskmonth

Sarada went back late from her mission that day. She huffed, stomping her feet on the ground as she walks up to her home, muttering about how an idiot Boruto is.

When she opens the door and calls out an 'I'm home' like usual, she wasn't greeted by her mother cheery voice, instead it was her father's familiar soft uninterested one.

Her eyes grew wide. Quickly, she took off her footware and run off to the direction of her father's voice, feeling the excitement, giddiness and joy coursing within her blood all throughout her body. Her father has been out of the village for some time and has not been back until now. As much as she loves Lord Seventh, it annoyed her that he lets her father went to those lengthen mission.

"Papa!" Sarada calls out, seeing the back of her father facing her as he works on something on the stove.

She watch when that said father of hers turn around to look at her and she almost let out her laughter. Standing there, in the middle of the Uchiha's kitchen–cooking?–is Sasuke Uchiha, one of the most feared shinobi in his generation, in all his glory wearing his wife pink colored apron.

Sarasa close her mouth with her palm as chuckle erupted from her mouth, "You're wearing Mama's apron."

Sasuke looks down at himself, seeing the pink garment over his usual attire, "Ah yes." was all he said.

Sarada couldn't help herself as she runs off, laughing, and gushing infront of her father, "When did you come home? Last time I see you was months ago."

The rise and fall of Sasuke's shoulder was almost non existence but she sees that, "There's something I need to report to the hokage. Thought I should deliver it to him myself and stay in the village for a day or two."

A day or two is enough, Sarada thought as she grins up at him.

"And you're cooking. Where's Mama?" She asked as she moves around her father to look into the cooking pot on the stove.

Smells good, there's actually no tomatoes in there. She said to herself, nodding only slightly.

"Yes. She received a call from hospital demanding her presence when I arrived earlier. She said she's coming home right after." She heard her father spoke as he wash his hands in the sink.

"Ahh." She responded, "Do you need help?" She asked.

"No. Your mother already cook the rice and one dish, I'll handle the others. You can go wash up." He said, tending his work while not looking at her.

Sarada's smile didn't waver as she decides to sit on the dining table, one elbow prop up on the table as she rest her cheek on her palm and watch her father move around the kitchen, playing the role of her mother as the cook.

"When you and Mama were younger, do you cook together?" She asked. She always interested to know about her parents relationship, there's always something to learn about them. They both are surprisingly quite clingy with each other behind close door and are nothing like the lovey dovey couple she sometimes witnessed when they're out in public.

"Often." Her father answered, "Your mother doesn't really good in cooking."

Sarada laughs a little too loud at that, "I can totally understand that. And you, Papa? Are you any good?" Her tone teasing as she regards him.

By the confusion on his face, Sarada just knew he doesn't know how to answer that. His father isn't like Lord Seventh who she noticed sometimes, just love to boast about himself.

At last he settled on, "It's edible."

And Sarada laughs again, "I'm sure they are." She rise up from her seat and excuse herself to clean up.

The edge of Sasuke's lips turn upward hearing his daughter's soft humming as she walks way, doesn't regret his decision to stop by the village one bit.

When Sarada walk into the kitchen again, her mother was pestering her father as she sits herself in the kitchen while her father serve their dinner, at the same time asking her for her work.

"Mama. Papa." She calls out.

Both heads turn to her direction as she sits on her usual place at the dinner table,

"Sarada, how's your mission? You home late." She heard her mother said.

"Boruto." Just one word, one name really, and it already causing a frown appear on her face.

It makes her mother laugh, and a small smile on her father's face, "What does he do this time?"

Sarada waves her hands in dismissive, "I don't want to talk about him. Let's just eat."

When her father sit himself on his place, they say their thanks and start to eat, "This is good." Sarada said, letting out a satisfying hum.

"Really good, Sasuke-kun." Her mother chirp, her hand at the side of her cheeks as she savours her husband's cooking.

"Thank you." Sarada laughed internally at her father's two words. Despite trying to socialize more, he still missing a lot in his vocabulary.