"Naruto?" she questioned, turning to face in the direction of the call. She grinned at his running form. "Oh, hey! What’s up?"
His strong hands grabbed her shoulders, looking at her in wonderment. “How’d you teach Sarada to do that?!” he exclaimed, smiling so wide and proud. “She’s barely more than a year old, and she can do that? That’s amazing!”
She blinked, brows furrowing. “Huh?”
"You know, the thing!" Naruto pressed, moving his hands around to make some sort of a gesture she didn’t understand. At her puzzlement, Naruto rubbed his temples, brows furrowed. "Damnit, I can’t remember what it’s called, but it’s that thing like… you know when people rub their noises together? What’s that called again?"
Sakura’s mouth parted lightly, eyebrows shooting up. “An eskimo kiss?”
Naruto’s blue eyes widened, and he thrust a hand to point a her. “That! How in the world did you teach Sarada how to do an eskimo kiss at her age!”
Her jaw dropped open. “Sarada knows how to give an eskimo kiss?”
Naruto’s arm lowered, confusion sweeping over him. “Wait… if you didn’t teach her how to do one then who…” He froze, then, eyes snapping wide. “No way…” he whispered.
In one sharp, single movement, they both turned to each other and blurted, “Sasuke?!”