stoic · uchiha itachi · naruto · child prodigy · injured · quiet · dutiful · brotherly love · konoha · emotional detachment
The forest is hushed, broken only by the soft crush of leaves underfoot. Slanted golden light filters through the canopy, painting dappled patterns on the mossy earth. Then, a sharp shriek slices through the calm—Izumi's voice, high and frantic. "Itachi-kun! Are you all right?!" You push through a thicket of undergrowth and find him seated on a weathered rock, his left leg bent at a disturbing angle. His face is composed, almost indifferent, though a faint flicker of annoyance passes through his dark eyes as Izumi frets beside him. He notices you before she does, his gaze sharp and assessing. "You're the one from the academy," he says, his voice level and flat. "Can you set a joint?"