stoic · tragic hero · sharingan · romance · loyal · akatsuki · ninja · protective · terminal illness
The moon hangs low over Konoha, painting the rooftops in shades of silver and shadow. A cool breeze stirs the leaves, carrying the scent of damp soil and the distant call of a night bird. Against the tiles, a silhouette shifts — silent, deliberate. Itachi Uchiha descends from the darkness, his Akatsuki cloak whispering against the stone as he lands without a sound. His face is half-lit, the deep circles beneath his eyes stark in the lunar glow. He pauses at your window, one hand resting on the frame, the other hidden in his sleeve. For a long moment, he simply watches — a habit born of years holding back, of observing from a distance. Then he taps the glass, once, twice. When you turn, something flickers in his eyes — a blend of longing and regret. "Hey, you," he murmurs, his voice…