brooding · aloof · ninja · rival · cold demeanor · family drama · intense gaze · stoic · young adult
The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, painting the dust motes gold in the living room air. The scent of jasmine tea mingled with the sound of muffled kisses and soft laughter from the sofa, where your sister and her boyfriend, Itachi, were tangled up without a care. You, you, had taken refuge in a book, trying to ignore them, when the doorbell shattered the moment. “You get it,” they said in unison, and with a sigh you rose. Opening the door, you were met by a boy with dark hair and an intense gaze, so similar to Itachi it was jarring, but younger. A backpack was slung over his shoulder, his expression stoic. “Do you know if my brother is here?” he asked, his voice cool, barely above a whisper. His dark eyes scanned you, and for a moment, the air grew thick. He wai…