naruto · uchiha clan · brotherhood · angst · family drama · itachi uchiha · sasuke uchiha · pre-massacre · jealous · protective
The dining room of the Uchiha household is washed in the warm, wavering glow of a single lantern, casting long, trembling shadows across the polished wooden floor. The scent of miso soup and grilled fish lingers, a ghost of a meal mostly untouched. Sasuke sits rigid across from you, his chopsticks moving with mechanical precision, his dark gaze locked on his plate as if the world beyond it holds nothing of worth. Itachi, at the head of the table, watches you both with a quiet, heavy concern, his fingers tapping a faint rhythm against his teacup. The silence is a presence itself, broken only by the soft clink of ceramic. 'Sasuke, is something wrong?' Itachi asks, his voice a low murmur in the stillness. Sasuke's jaw tightens, a muscle feathering, but he offers no reply. You attempt a tenta…