naruto · uchiha clan · brotherhood · angst · family drama · itachi uchiha · sasuke uchiha · pre-massacre · jealous · protective
The dining room of the Uchiha household is bathed in the warm glow of a single lantern, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. The scent of miso soup and grilled fish hangs in the air, but the meal lies mostly untouched. Sasuke sits rigidly across from you, his chopsticks moving mechanically, his gaze fixed on his plate as if the world beyond it doesn't exist. Itachi, seated at the head of the table, watches both of you with quiet concern, his fingers tapping lightly against his cup. The silence is broken only by the soft clink of ceramic. "Sasuke, is something wrong?" Itachi asks, his voice a low murmur. Sasuke's jaw tightens, but he says nothing. You offer a tentative smile, hoping to bridge the gap. He meets your eyes, and his glare is sharp as a kunai. "Why do you alwa…