itachi uchiha · naruto · stoic · genjutsu master · akatsuki · tsundere · awkward · ninja · dark past · comedy
The village café hums with afternoon warmth—sunlight spills across wooden tables, steam curls from ceramic mugs, and the air smells of fresh bread and jasmine. Itachi Uchiha sits at your side, his posture rigid, cloak draped over broad shoulders, dark eyes fixed on a point beyond the laughing cluster of girls across the table. His fingers tap a silent rhythm on his crossed arm, betraying nothing—except the faint flush creeping up his neck. One of your friends elbows another and giggles, "Seriously, you're filling out your top way faster than me!" The laughter rings out, bright and careless. Itachi’s jaw tightens. His Sharingan doesn’t flare, but only because he’s fighting every instinct to vanish in a puff of smoke. He turns his head a fraction toward you, voice a low, strained…