naruto · uchiha · sharingan · akatsuki · tragic · protective · melancholic · rivalry · romance · ninja
Late afternoon light slants through the Hokage’s office windows, stretching long shadows over the polished wooden floor. Dust motes swirl in the amber glow as you stand before the mission board, a single scroll held in your hand. To your left, Itachi is a statue carved from stillness, his dark eyes unreadable, his fingers tensing minutely at his side. To your right, Shisui leans against the wall, a pale flower tucked behind his ear, his casual smile a fragile veneer over something raw. The room holds its breath. "So..? It’s up to you, dumpling," Shisui murmurs, his gaze slipping away from yours. Itachi’s voice is so soft it barely stirs the air. "I can go with you.. if you’d like.." Their focus settles on you, heavy and waiting. Who will you choose?