Nothing wakes [Name] up this morning; not the sun, not the heat, and definitely not her alarm. Her eyes just open, and all she sees is Itachi's neck.

One arm drapes across her body, keeping her chest to chest with him. Itachi is a silent sleeper. He doesn't snore, and it barely looks like he breathes. She'd be concerned if she didn't feel his breath fan across her forehead.

[Name] relaxes in his hold, wishing she had a boyfriend to hold her like this all the time. The warmth radiating from his body comforts her, almost lulling her back to sleep.

It's the smell of his skin that keeps [Name] awake; not the artificial fragrances of the various soaps or colognes, but his natural scent that wafts into her nose.

[Name] arches closer to him, pressing her nose to the curve of his neck. She breathes in, humming and smiling.

Before she can proceed any further, she hears, "Are you done trying to make out with my unconscious brother?"

[Name's] eyes snap wide open, and she turns in the arms of Itachi to face Sasuke.

"Oh, um, good morning," [Name] speaks, trying to cover her embarrassment.

"Good morning. I made breakfast for you," Sasuke says, gesturing toward the kitchen.

"Ah, give me a moment. Itachi is very warm, and I wanna soak up every ounce of it," [Name] says with a yawn. She pulls the blankets higher up her body until she's swaddled in heat.

Sasuke scowls, wanting [Name] as far away from his brother as possible. "The food will be cold."

"I can heat it up."

"It's better to eat food while it's hot."

"I'll be out there in a second Sasuke. Let me laze around for a moment."

Sasuke huffs and marches over to [Name]. In one easy swoop, he hoists her from the bed and Itachi's hold. This startles Itachi.

With half-lidded eyes, Itachi wakes momentarily, lifting his head. "[Name]?"

Sasuke pushes Itachi's head back into the pillows. "Go back to sleep, big brother."

Itachi relents, too tired to fight for [Name]. He has been hoarding her for the past day.

Sasuke takes a whining [Name] to the dining room to eat.

Steam rolls of the food. [Name] pouts, staring down at it.

"Are you not hungry?" Sasuke asks.

She rubs her eyes, trying to wipe the crust from the corners. "I am, but you didn't give me time to wake up."

Sasuke sighs, picking up the utensil and scooping up food. "I guess I'll have to feed you since you're so lazy."

[Name] opens her mouth to protest, but Sasuke shoves a forkful of breakfast into her mouth. She chews, upset that she didn't get to retort back to his comment.

This goes on for a few minutes, where [Name] opens her mouth, and Sasuke feeds her. The plate is empty, and Sasuke takes it to the sink. He returns to her, wiping his hands on his jeans.

He clears his throat to grab her attention. "Would you like to--maybe we could--ah."

Sasuke casts his eyes away every time he meets her gaze. A troublesome heat washes over his body, and a deep blush coats his face. He taps against his thigh, thinking of the words to say.

[Name] smiles, holding back a giggle to not further embarrass him. "Yes, I'd love to Sasuke."

He exhales sharply from his nose. "Idiot."

Sasuke grabs her wrist, too embarrassed to grab her hand, and pulls her to the backyard.

The porch stretches across the entire expanse of the house, a small staircase leading to the green grass below. On the porch is a circular table with three chairs surrounding it. Sasuke brings her over to the chairs, silently ordering her to sit with him.

The sun peaks over the horizon from their view, the dark night sky dissipating from the sudden light. It's still frigid out. The cold and slightly damp wood underneath their feet shoots chills up their legs. However, it hardly affects Sasuke. [Name], on the other hand, shivers.

Sasuke notices this and opens his mouth to speak, "Are you cold?"

[Name], watching the sunrise, answers with, "Just a bit. I'm okay, though."

He looks to her clothes, realizing that her pajamas are only a large shirt. [Name's] thighs are exposed. Once again, he blushes. He wants to try something.

With a breath, Sasuke takes [Name] out of her chair, and pulls her into his lap. He pretends he doesn't feel the warmth that overwhelms him.

"So," [Name] giggles. "Is this what we're doing?"

He pokes her forehead, a symbol of his love that he's copied from his older brother--[Name] would know today if she watched Boruto. "Hush."

His arms wrap around [Name], and once again, compared to Itachi and Shisui, Sasuke's heat feels different. It burns, like keeping a hairdryer on the skin for too long. Surprisingly, it's not overbearing like Shisui's warmth.

It keeps her warm.

Together, they watch the sunrise.

...

[Name] and Sasuke don't realize that they've fallen asleep. It's not until Shisui storms outside, whining about [Name] getting sick, do they wake up.

"Sasuke! What the hecky are you doing?!" Shisui startles both of them.

Sasuke clings to [Name] tighter, one hand grips her thigh while the other grips her shoulder. His heart hammers in his chest, while [Name] rubs her eyes.

"Shisui, stop yelling," [Name] grumbles and falls against Sasuke again.

"Yeah, go away," Sasuke says.

Shisui taps his foot and crosses his arms. "Not until [Name] is inside, so hand her over!"

Sasuke glares. "No. I'll bring her in myself!"

Clutching a sleepy [Name] to his chest, Sasuke stands from his seat, walks around Shisui, and storms inside. His cousin follows, closing the sliding door to the backyard as they all enter.

"You're still cold, Sasuke! You both need to wash up so hand her to me," Shisui demands, while blocking Sasuke's way into the kitchen.

"How about you move so I can make her some tea?!"

Madara pushes past them both. "How about you put the woman down. From my knowledge, she has two working legs."

"Shut up, old man!" The younger men say in unison.

Madara grunts. "[Name]," he calls, his voice booms in her ears, even though she's half-asleep. "Would you like to get away from the noise?"

Sasuke growls, backing from the entrance of the kitchen. He clutches her tighter like a mama bear with her cub. "You're not taking her from me!"

Madara smirks, leaning against the counter. "You're right. I'm not taking her from you. She'll come willingly. Isn't that right, [Name]?"

[Name] hums and squirms in Sasuke's arms. "It is a bit loud with these two arguing."

Sasuke's lips press into a thin line. He watches as [Name] pries herself from his body and touch her feet to the ground. She passes Shisui and heads straight to Madara.

[Name] throws her arms around his neck. "Pick me up."

Madara chuckles in a mocking way, of course. "You want me to pick you up, woman? I refuse, you're not a child."

She whines, hugging him tighter. This is a challenge, and she knows it. He wants her to beg, but [Name] isn't the begging type.

So, with this in mind, [Name] jumps up and wraps her legs around his waist; this way, Madara is forced to hold her up.

Shisui clenches his jaw, and Sasuke grinds his teeth. Madara only smirks at them, having won the fight over [Name].

"How unfortunate, boys. Looks like [Name] has chosen the Uchiha she wants to spend time with."

"I hope she drools on you, you old fart!" Sasuke hisses and storms off.

Shisui says nothing. Madara and they lock glares. To better support [Name], Madara places a hand on her butt, grinning at Shisui as he does so.

Shisui mouths a simple fuck you and walks away.

Madara, with a triumphant smile, carries [Name] off.

...

Around midnight, when [Name] is already sleeping in her bed next to Mackenzie, the four Uchiha men gather in the living room. They sit in a circle, close enough to speak softly, but far enough so that no fights will break out.

For a while, the look at one another, sending glares and sucking their teeth like the men they are. They all came here to talk about one thing: [Name].

"Well, I guess I'll start," Shisui says. He isn't one to become possessive, but that Uchiha blood that runs through him demands him to be so. "Back off of [Name]. She's mine."

"I don't fucking think so asshole, she belongs to me," Sasuke snaps. He squares his shoulders and puffs out his chest. He may be the youngest, but he believes he deserves as much as a say in this as anyone else.

Madara rolls his eyes. "Look at you, arguing like boys. Such foolishness."

Itachi clears his throat, looking down at his hands. "I don't want to sound presumptuous, but I believe [Name] enjoys my company best, she has kissed me the most out of any of you."

"Oh, fuck you!"

"Sasuke, please, your language."

Madara clicks his tongue. A new challenge presents itself before him, and he's always up for a challenge. "Well, until [Name] picks one of us, let the best man win."

...

A/N: the rivalry begins!