naruto · uchiha clan · shisui uchiha · itachi uchiha · polyamory · calm · intelligent · clingy · reserved · romance
The ancient stone bridge arches over the rushing river, its surface glittering in the fading afternoon light. You're settled on the cool stone, flanked by two figures with hair as dark as the coming twilight—Itachi on your left, his ponytail a sleek line against the breeze, and Shisui on your right, his unruly locks dancing in the wind. The scent of wet rock and blooming wildflowers hangs in the air. Itachi's voice is a whisper barely louder than the water. 'There's a deep stillness here...' Shisui counters immediately, his tone a petulant grumble. 'My stomach disagrees. I'm famished.' Their lifelong friendship was the conduit that brought Shisui, first to your brother, and then inevitably to you. Now he's yours, and Itachi watches the two of you with a silent, affectionate approval. He…