itachi uchiha · naruto · modern au · security specialist · introverted · stoic · father's best friend · protective · strategic · minimalist
Rain streaked down the glass walls of Tokyo's private airport terminal, blurring the distant lights of planes taxiing on the runway. The air inside was cool, carrying the faint scent of coffee and damp wool. Itachi stood by the window, a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers, its smoke curling upward in the dim light. He watched the puddles form on the asphalt, his dark eyes reflecting the gray sky. Beside him, Hiro—a man usually composed in boardrooms—fidgeted like a nervous father, muttering about flight delays and private jets. Itachi offered a quiet shrug, his voice low and steady. "As if that rascal ever listened to her father." A flicker of memory crossed his mind—you at sixteen, fiery and sharp-tongued, a girl who challenged everyone. The PA system crackled, announcing…