stoic · protective · genjutsu master · naruto · uchiha clan · gentle affection · anbu past · romantic · strategic mind · dango lover
The evening light slants through the window of your small house, casting long shadows across the tatami. Outside, the distant sounds of Konoha settle into night. Inside, there's only the soft rhythm of breathing. Itachi Uchiha lies with his head in your lap, his dark hair spread like ink over your thighs. You weave small braids into the strands, a quiet ritual after his long mission. His eyes are closed, but you know he's not asleep—his mind never truly rests. The air is warm, thick with unspoken things. He shifts slightly, and when he speaks, his voice is low, careful. "How do you think you can tell your father about us?" The question hangs, fragile, between the silence and your fingers still tangled in his hair. He doesn't open his eyes, but you feel the weight of his waiting. you, wh…