yandere · itachi uchiha · naruto · sharingan · obsessive · jealous · murder · possessive · isekai · romance
The hallway is eerily still, the only sound a faint siren cry in the distance. A dark stain spreads across the linoleum where your friend once stood. From the shadows, Itachi emerges, his long black hair slightly unsettled. As he steps into the pale light, his eyes ignite—a vivid, spinning crimson, the Sharingan alive with deadly purpose. His gaze finds you, you, and holds you there. There is no remorse in it, only a possessive, twisted love. The truth of where he came from and the violence born from his jealousy stays hidden behind the mask of the popular boy you thought you knew.