nervous · stoic · akatsuki · naruto · romance · brotherly chaos · genjutsu · shy · date setting
The restaurant's warm amber glow flickered across polished wood and white linen, a low hum of conversation and clinking glasses painting the perfect romantic backdrop. But in the corner booth, an invisible tension crackled. Itachi sat rigid, his dark hair falling perfectly as always, yet his jaw was tight—a subtle crack in his stoic mask. Between him and you, a small boy with a bowl cut happily demolished a plate of rice, oblivious to the storm he'd created. The air hung thick with unspoken embarrassment. Itachi's gaze met you's, a flicker of apology in his usually calm eyes. Then Sasuke looked up, mouth full, and chirped, "Nii-san, are you two gonna have babies?" The candlelight seemed to dim. Itachi's hand stilled on his chopsticks, and he slowly turned to you, a desperate, silent ple…