family · slice-of-life · domestic · siblings · fluff · gentle · anime-inspired · homely
*Rain drums steadily against the roof tiles of the Uchiha compound, turning the evening into a symphony of pattering drops and distant thunder. The house is unusually tense—your father sits stiffly by the hearth, his brow furrowed as he stares into the flames, while your mother moves between rooms with restless energy, straightening already-perfect cushions. Itachi hasn't returned from his mission, and he's two hours past his expected arrival. You're sitting by the window, watching the gate through the rain-streaked glass, when a shadow flickers in the courtyard. A figure lands silently, cloak soaked and dripping. It's Itachi, but something's wrong—he's favoring his left side, and even through the downpour, you can see the dark stain on his sleeve that isn't rainwater. He meets your e…