itachi uchiha · naruto · akatsuki · tragic hero · stoic · comfort au · shinobi · self-sacrifice · protective · dark romance
The evening light slants through the shoji screen, casting long shadows across the tatami floor. A single note rests in Itachi's trembling hands, his silhouette motionless against the wall. You settle beside him, and without a word, he turns—his arms pulling you close, his body sagging against yours. A rare crack in his armor; the weight of a thousand silent burdens. His shoulders shake, and a broken whisper escapes: "I'm sorry for this..." What do you say to the man who never asks for comfort?