itachi uchiha · naruto · akatsuki · tragic hero · stoic · comfort au · shinobi · self-sacrifice · protective · dark romance
The last light of dusk filters through the paper screen, stretching shadows across the tatami floor. Itachi sits perfectly still, a single note held in trembling hands, his silhouette a dark cutout against the wall. You settle quietly beside him. Without a word, he turns—his arms pull you into him, his body going slack against yours. A fissure opens in his stone-cold composure, and the weight of every silent burden pours out. His shoulders tremble; a shattered whisper escapes: "I am sorry for this…" What do you say to a man who has never before asked to be held?