Entangled in Sasuke's arms, [Name] pries her eyes open to the sound of her phone going off. Sasuke makes an annoying sound, similar to a groan and a whine. He pulls her closer as she reaches for her phone, dismissing the caller ID and swiping to answer.

With a sleepy and stained voice, only a simple greeting comes out. "Hello?"

"H...Hey. [Name]." The way that horrid voice slips through the receiver feels like centipedes crawling in her ear.

"Adam." Though she tries to sound firm, her voice still trembles on the two syllables. There's relative silence. She hears Adam's breath, her own, and Sasuke's. "What is it that you want? I thought I blocked you."

A sigh from his side. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I'm calling on a different cell." He swallows before continuing. "I got some of your figures back. I thought you might want to pick them up since you have our car."

[Name] sneers. "It was never our car. It was and always will be mine."

"Damn, I'm sorry! Just come get these things!"

[Name] peers at Sasuke's face, thinking he's asleep. She knows the boys won't agree to her going over there again---not without them at least.

"Fine. I'll be over."

She hangs up quickly before he can say anything else. Sasuke feels her move and clings to her harder.

"You not going over there," he grumbles. His face pushes further into her side. "You're not going back to him."

[Name] has told the boys about Adam's tactics and how she'd always fall for them. When she revealed this, the men took it upon themselves to talk her out of it each time.

"Your trauma needs to be unlearned," he reminds her. "If you go over there, you'll stress out again."

[Name] huffs, understanding his words are true. "I know! I know... I just have this Itachi figure that Mackenzie got me, and I just want it back!"

Sasuke pulls his face from her side and stares quizzically. "You have a statue of my brother?"

"You're not real, remember? There are all sorts of crap of you too."

He grumbles but closes his droopy eyes. She shuffles out of his hold and climbs over his body. She strips, letting her pajamas fall to the floor.

While she's changing into work clothes, a pencil skirt, and a simple white blouse, a knock comes at the door. Itachi peeks his head in and asks, "Do you have work today?"

[Name] turns to him while buttoning her top and nods. "Yeah. I'll see y'all later tonight."

Although his smiling face falters to show slight disappointment, he says cheerily, "Well, Shisui and I made you lunch."

From his sleep, Sasuke scoffs, "Suck ups."

That both ignore the pessimistic young adult and carry on with their conversation. "Thank you, Itachi. I'll thank Shisui when I get down there."

She slips on tights once Itachi closes the door. Before she follows him, she gives Sasuke a peck on the cheek.

Downstairs, Madara reads the daily newspaper as always while drying his hair with a towel. Shisui stands in the kitchen, focusing hard on wrapping up her lunch.

[Name] goes to kiss Madara on the cheek first, to which he responds with a gentle touch on her back, running his fingers along her curve. If she knew more about Madara, she'd know this is him expressing desire. But she doesn't know him well and leaves him there to finish what he's doing.

Next, [Name] approaches Shisui. He grins his childish grin and presents it to her with jazz hands, "Your lunch!"

She giggles, loving the way he wrapped it up in decorative cloth. "It's cute. Thank you."

She presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. A blush dusts his cheeks. "It's called furoshiki. It's really simple." He grabs her hand. "You should learn it, so when you become my wife, you can wrap up my lunches for me when I go to work."

"You're too cute." She punches his cheek.

He really thinks I'm gonna wrap up four lunches? I'd be slaving away just for their lunches to look cute? Who do they think I am?! [Name] thinks bemusedly.

She checks her phone for the time and sighs. She has to leave this minute, or she'll be late.

I didn't even get to kiss Itachi today. She thinks. Oh well. He'll get a kiss when I get back.

"Thank you again, Shisui." With a wave, she collects her things and heads to work.

...

As well as the boys, Adam's request dwells in [Name's] mind. Her fingers rap against her desk. The bright laptop screen blares in her face, but she pays it no thought. Are those figures really worth it? They hold quite a lot of sentimental value but are they worth seeing her toxic boyfriend again?

She bites her lip. In a few minutes, she'll be able to clock out of work.

"It'll be a quick trip," she mumbles to herself. "Just a quick one. I won't stay longer than five minutes."

She closes her laptop and clocks out a little bit early. The decision is already made; she set a course for her old home. While driving, memories of Adam fill her mind, good and bad. It makes her feel bittersweet. A burning sensation spread across her chest, and it reminds her of how he always made her feel, either burning with desire or burning with rage.

[Name] focuses on the road ahead. The familiar off white apartment building looms in her view. The barren tree and dead grass next to it doesn't make the area look any better. Previous landscapers tried to liven up the area with flowers and sculpted bushes, but they eventually died too.

It's like someone put the place under a curse.

"No more than five minutes," she says, pulling into a parking spot.

From inside, Adam sees the familiar car pull in and smiles to himself. She came. He knows [Name] couldn't resist him. In his mind, she missed him more than he missed her, and that's why she's here. She just needed an excuse---the figures---to come here, and he gave her one.

He watches her get out of the car, still in her work clothes. His smirk falters.

"She could've dressed up just a little," he grumbles before turning to the dinner he made for two. He lights a candle between the dinners and sets a centerpiece among the shabby table. One of the legs is shorter than the other, so it wobbles just a bit under too much pressure.

She'll be back with me in no time.

...

Madara and Sasuke collaborated on dinner. Yes, it's not the best, but it's not the worst either. Being perfectionists, they wouldn't serve [Name] anything lower than perfect. Even the table adorns a tablecloth, a centerpiece handpicked from the garden outside. Nothing is out of place. Well, except [Name].

After work, she was supposed to come home, eat with them, and possibly cuddle with at least one of them. But she has yet to return.

"Overtime?" Shisui says, but everyone can hear the doubt. "Maybe?"

"No," Madara says firmly. "She knows how important eating as a family is to us. Plus, she'd message us on this mythical device."

Madara holds out the phone the four of them share. [Name] isn't rich, so she could only buy one. The four of them don't really get the concept of a "smartphone" but find it easy to contact her this way instead of sending a letter through a bird.

Sasuke wants to speak up, but Itachi says something first. "Yeah, maybe she forgot. We'll set aside some food for her."

Sasuke wants to speak up, but Shisui talks over him. "We can wait a little longer."

Sasuke wants to speak up, but Madara answerers next. "How much longer? I'm starving!"

"Well--"

Sasuke finally speaks up, "Adam called her this morning!"

In unison, the other three gasps out, "What?!"

"Yeah," Sasuke fiddles with the edge of his shirt. "She might've gone over there. He found some of her stuff and told her she should come get it."

"And you didn't tell us this earlier?!" Shisui exclaims. He stands up so quickly his chair falls over.

"I didn't think she'd be gone this long!" Sasuke defends himself, standing up just like his cousin. "Plus, it's only been--"

"An hour. She got off an hour ago," Itachi mumbles. "We really need to check on her."

Madara is the first to leave the dining room. He slips on some shoes---his old ninja shoes, good for running in---and calls out to his grandchildren, "Let's go!"

...

A/N: Shisui is the embodiment of this emoji (🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰) and no one can tell me any different.

(just realized that there's 4 Uchihas, and they can totally do a cover of Boyfriend by BTR)