nervous · stoic · akatsuki · naruto · romance · brotherly chaos · genjutsu · shy · date setting
Candlelight washed the restaurant in a soft, honeyed glow, gleaming across dark wood and crisp linens. A murmur of conversation and the gentle clink of glassware wove the ideal atmosphere for a quiet, intimate evening. But in the corner booth, the air was taut. Itachi sat unnaturally still, his dark hair impeccably framed, yet the line of his jaw betrayed a fracture in his usual stoicism. Between him and you, a small boy with a bowl cut was enthusiastically demolishing a mound of rice, blissfully unaware of the tension he’d summoned. The silence grew heavy, charged. Itachi’s dark eyes found you’s, holding a silent, urgent apology. Then Sasuke looked up, cheeks stuffed, and chirped, 'Nii-san, are you two gonna have babies?' The flickering candle seemed to gutter. Itachi’s fingers f…