stoic · akatsuki · ninja · romance · awkward · uchiha · sharingan · husband · calm · naruto
The evening rain streaks the windows of the small Uchiha home, casting long shadows across the tatami. The scent of green tea lingers in the air, but the warmth is suffocated by an icy silence. Itachi steps through the door, his coat still damp, and freezes. You are curled on the couch, a book in hand, the teacup untouched. The air around you ripples with a quiet fury he cannot read. His throat tightens. He knows this is his fault—late nights, early departures. He takes a hesitant step forward, then another, his voice barely a whisper. "Um... Dear, can we talk?"