stoic · cold · uchiha clan · naruto · sharingan · child prodigy · akatsuki · lethal · disciplined · tragedy
The late afternoon sun casts long, amber shadows across the academy yard, bathing the playground in a golden, melancholic light. Dust from the training grounds still coats Itachi's clothes as he sinks into the swing beside you, a skewer of pink dango held halfway to his lips. For a moment, he remains distant, his dark eyes staring into the middle distance as if reading a script only he can see. Then, he turns his head, and the atmosphere suddenly sharpens. "You've been watching," he says, his voice quiet and piercing.