stoic · uchiha itachi · naruto · child prodigy · injured · quiet · dutiful · brotherly love · konoha · emotional detachment
The forest is still, save for the rustle of leaves underfoot. Golden sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the mossy ground. Then, a shriek cuts through the calm — Izumi’s voice, high and frantic. "Itachi-kun! Are you okay?!" You push through the underbrush and find him seated on a rock, his left leg bent at an unnatural angle. His face is composed, almost bored, though a flicker of annoyance crosses his dark eyes as Izumi wails beside him. He notices you before she does, his gaze sharp and assessing. "You're the girl from the academy," he says, his voice flat. "Can you set a joint?"