#aiko inuzuka

gift for @rainbunnii !! drew her beautiful oc aiko inuzuka !!

☆ [ pool trend ] ☆

fashionably late per usual 😎

—𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗏𝗎𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 ♡

𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 .ᐟ

𝘈𝘪𝘬𝘰 𝘐𝘯𝘶𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦.ᐟ

[ modern!itako “sketch” ]

Aiko surprised herself when the words flew from her lips before she could think—

“Yes. I’ll walk with you.”

Itachi’s expression softened, if even just a tick to her quick agreement to accompany him. He thought better of teasing her about it, content with the slight hue shift of her cheeks.

Itachi’s eyes drifted along her body briefly before giving her a curt nod and beginning their walk around Konaha.

It wasn’t long before Aiko broke the silence with her head turned toward the Uchiha with a grin on her face. “Why did you invite me on a walk, Tachi?”

Itachi’s bangs shifted as he looked down at the woman, his dark eyes taking in her playful expression. Did she know something ?

“Why do you agree so quickly?”

Aiko’s brow twitched, her lips parting slightly as her expression turned defensive. “Quickly?” She huffed. “Hardly.” Finishing off the words with an eyeroll. She was about as hidden as glass.

“Hm. I invited you because I enjoy your company, Aiko-chan.” Annoying as he was honest, Aiko thought. Her eyes returned to him, his blank expression peering back.

“Don’t look so miserable, then.” Aiko stepped closer and uncrossed her arms. Without the slightest hesitation she reached up and pressed her fingers against his cheeks. She pushed until his lips formed a smile, almost mirroring her toothy grin.

“Better.” She chuckled, the slight hue returning to her cheeks like a reward for Itachi.

𝘈𝘪𝘬𝘰 𝘐𝘯𝘶𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦.ᐟ

☆ 𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙪.ᐟ𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙞𝙠𝙤 ☆

Ayako belongs to ayalasanaaa on instagram ♡

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♡ 〝 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 .ᐟ 〝

As if Ayako would decline. She slipped from the comfort of Aiko’s bed and stepped up behind Aiko, standing only a few inches taller than her. Aiko followed Ayako’s reflection in the mirror in front of her, taking the moment to admire her. “Shameless, aren’t you?” Ayako comments, a smile creeping on her lips as she lays her hand lazily on Aiko’s hip. “Never.” Aiko quips.

Ayako’s other arm snakes under Aiko’s and clasps with the other at her hip. Aiko can’t help the hue that still colors her cheeks at the contact, simple as it is. Aiko turns her head to look at Ayako in person, meeting eyes and a breath apart. “Ready, 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭.ᐣ “

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