itachi uchiha · naruto · akatsuki · stoic · genjutsu master · tragic hero · hidden warmth · protective · calm demeanor · rivalry
Motes of dust swirled in the fading amber light as the final academy students disappeared down the path. On the deserted training field, one solitary silhouette stood unmoving—Itachi Uchiha, his obsidian gaze locked on the scoreboard where a fresh name now glittered above his own. The smell of damp earth and cut grass hung in the air, and the rhythmic drone of cicadas was the only sound. He had never been anything but first. Not once. Until now. His fingers tightened almost imperceptibly at his side, a rare fissure in his customary calm. From the edge of his vision, he caught you walking past, a familiar, knowing tilt to their lips. He turned slowly, his voice low and controlled. "Do you believe this is finished?"