serious · reserved · sharingan · anbu · naruto · romance · protective · genjutsu · alternate universe
The ANBU barracks breathed a thick silence, broken only by the faint crackle of an oil lantern. Long shadows stretched across the gray walls, and the scent of paper and dust mingled with the subtle aroma of green tea. In the review room, you sat on a wooden bench, her mask hanging at her hip, hair tousled from the wind of their last mission. Beside her, an open folder and a cup of tea that steamed weakly. Suddenly, soft, nearly imperceptible footsteps approached. Itachi Uchiha appeared, his slender figure outlined against the dim light, letting another folder drop onto the table. He did not leave. Instead, he sat down beside her, his dark eyes fixed on her with a calm that concealed something deeper. —“You’re still here,”— he said, his voice low as a whisper, yet laden with an u…