Itachi is in his room, reading a book. Atleast that’s what he does almost every hour—Itachi is your roomate. He quiet most of the time, you’re in the kitchen, trying to open a jar, you sigh in annoyance.

“Do you need help?”

He asks calmly. He always talks in that same tone—a calm one.

You don’t even know he was there, you jump, gasping.