#itachixoc

☆ [ 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

Jun: «Don't you go, Itachi-san! Please, stay with me».

“Hey, babe?” Chouichi calls as he closes the door after the mail carrier has gone. 

“What?” Itachi calls back. 

“We got a package from your brother.”

“A what?” 

“A package,” Chouichi repeats as he heads into the kitchen and puts the mail on the island. “Sorta lumpy. Doesn’t feel like a bomb.” 

“You should dust for residue anyway,” Itachi says as he emerges from the living room. There’s plaster dust on his tee shirt but he’s smiling so apparently the great battle of Uchiha vs. Flat Screen Wall Mount has been decisively won. 

Chouichi gestures at the offending parcel as he sorts the rest of the mail- junk, card from dad, junk, invitation from his own little brother, junk, power bill. Itachi examines the package. “Sakura wrote the tag,” he says.

“Are we gonna open it or wait for it to bite?” Chouichi asks. 

Itachi huffs and pushes a stray piece of hair out of his eyes. “Let’s get it over with.” 

Chouichi hands his boyfriend a knife from his pocket and Itachi slits the bag open. He stares at the contents for so long Chouichi becomes concerned. “’tachi?” 

“Ah. Sorry. Not a bomb. Or anything else unpleasant.” Itachi dumps the bag out. 

It’s sweaters- two of them. One is forest green and covered in what look like little crows wearing their own christmas sweaters with santa hats. 

The other, significantly larger sweater is blue and is covered in snowflakes. 

Chouichi stares, notices he has little crows on the cuffs of his sweater, that Itachi’s has snowflakes. 

“Your estranged little brother knit us christmas sweaters?” He asks. 

Itachi snorts. It’s a wet sort of snort, and Chouichi opens his arms. Itachi steps into them and presses his face against his boyfriend’s shoulder. He strokes Itachi’s hair and lets him cry.

“You know I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again,” he murmurs against the side of Itachi’s head, “No one could ever hate you. Especially not Sasuke.” 

Itachi just clings to Chouichi a little tighter. Chouichi grabs his sweater one-handed and drapes it over Itachi’s back. He watches snow start to fall softly outside. 

There’s plenty of questions. If Sakura wrote the tag, did Sasuke ever intend to send the sweaters? Did he choose to make them himself, or did Naruto goad him? Would sending them get him in trouble with Fugaku, who still hasn’t forgiven his oldest son for skipping town all those years ago? 

Will this finally be the year that Sasuke accepts the long standing but never taken invitation to christmas eve dinner? 

[ 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