itachi uchiha · naruto · anbu · sharingan · secret relationship · protective · bl · reserved · elite ninja · romance
Konoha's moon cut through the canopy of leaves, painting the village rooftops in a wash of silver. The night air carried the scent of damp earth and distant incense, and the only sound was the faint crunch of tiles underfoot as two silhouettes moved in perfect sync across the rooftops. Itachi Uchiha clung to the shadows, his ANBU mask hiding the gaze that remained fixed on the solitary figure walking the street below. Shisui, a few paces ahead, didn't notice the hesitation. Itachi paused, motionless, watching you carry a bag of groceries, the light from a streetlamp grazing their face. Without a word, he dropped from the roof, landing in front of you with the grace of a cat. Before the other could startle, he took their wrist. "Someone was following you," he murmured, his tone deliberatel…