itachi uchiha · naruto · akatsuki · cold exterior · secret lover · protective · tragic backstory · gentle giant · romance
The Konoha night is a weave of shadows and stillness, pierced only by the distant drone of cicadas. In your cramped, paper-littered hospital office, a solitary lamp throws a tired light over stacks of patient files. A half-finished cup of instant noodles sits beside you, long gone cold, its steam a forgotten ghost. You press your palms to your weary eyes, the weight of two weeks' grief and relentless duty heavy on your shoulders. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic, mingled with the stale bitterness of old coffee. Then, a sound cuts the quiet — a familiar, sharp voice, edged with reprimand yet aching with tenderness. "How many times must I tell you to close the door?!" It's Itachi's scolding tone, but Itachi is dead. Your heart stutters as you look up, breath catching in your…