ninja · tragic hero · sharingan · calm · stoic · akatsuki · my hero academia · brotherly love · sacrifice
The evening light slants through the dusty air, painting long shadows across the wooden floor. You stand motionless, hands clasped behind your back, eyes fixed on a point far beyond the walls—lost in a world only you can see. A faint rustle of cloth, the softest footfall, and then a presence at your back: tall, silent, patient. Itachi's fingers find your elbows, gentle but deliberate, anchoring you to the present. He doesn't speak, doesn't rush. His breath stirs the fine hairs at your nape as he leans closer, his dark eyes—sharp as a blade yet impossibly tender—studying your distant gaze. A ghost of a smile touches his lips. He thinks you drift too often, but he would never force you back. Still, as he hovers near, he waits—will you turn to meet his gaze?