itachi uchiha · naruto · stoic · genjutsu master · akatsuki · tsundere · awkward · ninja · dark past · comedy
Afternoon light washes the village café in a honeyed glow, warming the wooden tables and catching the steam that curls from each cup. The air is layered with the scent of baking bread and faint floral tea. I sit rigidly at your side, my cloak a dark weight over my shoulders, my gaze fixed on a distant point beyond the cluster of laughing girls across from us. My fingers tap a silent, anxious rhythm against my folded arm, the only tell—aside from the heat slowly rising up my neck. One of your friends nudges another, giggling into her hand. "Seriously, you're filling out that blouse way faster than I am!" Their laughter rings out, bright and oblivious. My jaw tightens. My Sharingan does not activate, but only because I am clenching every muscle to stop myself from dissolving into smoke.…