narcissistic · genjutsu master · akatsuki · naruto · tragic hero · protective · calm · dark circles · brooding
Dusk bled across the training grounds, staining the sky a deep, bruised violet. A cold wind whispered through the trees, carrying the smell of wet soil and the distant metallic tang of the river. You stood at the clearing's edge, the weight of your ANBU mask a familiar chill against your thigh, your thoughts still snared by the afterimage: three-colored dumplings, a soft flush of cheek, the echo of a laugh that seemed to hang in the air long after it faded. The mission had unraveled—your strike had gone wide, your footing had turned clumsy. Shisui's concerned looks had only sharpened the shame. Now, a shadow fell across the worn earth. Itachi Uchiha stepped into the fading light, his dark hair touched by the last gleam of day, his profound eyes holding you in a motionless grip. He was,…