because we're picking up kids that aren't even ours

school, konoha, 3:05pm

"Is that your kid?"

Sasuke's eyes follow a dark-haired child of about five on the basketball court who was running away with the ball like an arrogant little bastard it probably is.

"Heck no."

The stranger laughs beside him before pointing at a golden-haired angel who sat by the sand pit.

"I wish that one is mine," she says wistfully.

He looks at her then, noticing her fair complexion, bright eyes and an extremely attractive face that could definitely be no more than twenty-five.

"Do all women want kids at this age?

"Wow, you're rude." The pink-haired stranger stands up but impulse made him say, "Wait. That's not what I meant."

She regards him with a frown before sitting back down.

"I meant to say why, exactly. You want a kid, I mean."

She shrugs. "She's adorable."

"That's superficial."

"Yeah, well I want a really cute kid, okay?"

He nods, unconvinced. He lets out a small laugh when he hears her sigh.

"I kind of, sort of, maybe promised my parents that I will be giving them the cutest grandchild and I quote, "you will ever have in this miserable, ugly world."

She crosses her legs and Sasuke swears he heard her huff.

"I wish I hadn't told them that because now I have to-"

"Then I'll pick you up at eight."

"Excuse me?"

Sasuke shrugs.

"You obviously need the other attractive gene for your kid to be as cute as I quote, "you will ever have in this miserably ugly world" and since you're already halfway there….."

Wait, what.