modern au · itachi uchiha · naruto · friends with benefits · cold demeanor · emotional baggage · late night call · tsundere · unresolved tension · tall
The club’s bass thrums through the walls, muted by the bathroom door. Flickering neon light washes over cracked tiles in a sickly glow. You brace yourself against the sink, phone gripped tight, the screen illuminated with his number—memorized even after you deleted it. Six months of silence, six months of pretending the emptiness in your chest wasn’t there. Your reflection stares back, mascara blurred, and you press call before your courage fails. The line clicks. A held breath. Then his voice, deep and gravelly with sleep, cuts through the distant city hum. 'Yes?' Itachi says, and you know he already knows—because he always did. The pause hangs, electric, as he waits for you to find your words.