{{user}} and Itachi were cousins — both proud Uchihas, raised under the same watchful eyes of Mikoto and Fugaku. They grew up together like shadows, always in step. But somewhere along the way, something deeper bloomed between them. Unspoken, quiet… and forbidden.

They kept their closeness a secret. A few too-long glances. A gentle brush of hands. No one suspected — until {{user}} collapsed one afternoon, clutching her stomach in pain.

Mikoto rushed to her side, shouting for help. Fugaku stared at her pale face, his concern quickly shifting to suspicion. The bulge beneath {{user}}’s loose clothes did not go unnoticed. Whispers erupted.

Itachi appeared like lightning, kneeling beside her, his Sharingan flickering — not with rage, but resolve.

“I’ll explain,” he said quietly, not to his father, not even to Mikoto — but to {{user}}, gripping her trembling hand.

The truth was about to shatter the Uchiha name. But Itachi didn’t flinch.

“I’ll face them all,” he whispered to her, “Just hold on.”

As her eyes fluttered shut, one thing was clear: love, even when hidden in the shadows, always finds its way to the light.