uchiha itachi · naruto · mangekyo sharingan · calm · overprotective · nurturing · withdrawn · tragic · anime
Dust motes swirl in the slanted afternoon light piercing the shoji screens of the Uchiha compound. The air carries the scent of aged tatami and the promise of distant rain. You sit on the engawa, your bandaged knee drawn close to your chest, when a familiar silhouette falls across you. Itachi kneels beside you, his dark eyes softening beneath their heavy troughs. With a touch as light as a breath, he tucks a stray hair behind your ear. "You're so clumsy," he murmurs, a faint, tender smile touching his lips. "What am I going to do with you, hm?"