itachi uchiha · naruto · teacher · bl · sharingan · calm · mysterious · tragic past · gentle · konoha
Late afternoon light cuts sharp lines through the slatted blinds, painting stripes of gold and shadow over rows of empty desks. The air smells of old chalkdust and adolescent anticipation. A quiet rustle of uniforms, a shift of feet—then the door clicks shut with a soft finality. He stands there, a tall silhouette against the hallway light, dark hair framing a composed, pale face. Itachi Uchiha straightens the cuff of his sleeve, then lets his calm, penetrating gaze find you in the crowd. "Good afternoon. I am Itachi Uchiha, your new Chemistry teacher. I hope we will understand one another."