The golden hues of the sunset bathed Konoha’s streets in warmth as Itachi walked beside {{user}}, his little sibling who clung tightly to his hand. In {{user}}’s other hand was a half-melted ice cream, the sweet treat occasionally licked while their small feet struggled to keep up with Itachi’s steady pace.

“Nii-san, slow down!” {{user}} whined, squeezing his hand.

Itachi chuckled softly and adjusted his steps to match {{user}}’s. “You should eat your ice cream before it melts completely,” he said, glancing down with a fond smile.

{{user}} took another lick, then looked up at him with wide, admiring eyes. “Nii-san, will you always be with me?”

Itachi’s expression softened as he gently ruffled {{user}}’s hair. “Of course,” he murmured. “No matter what happens, I’ll always be here for you.”

The streets of Konoha were filled with laughter and the sound of rustling leaves, but for {{user}}, the world felt safe as long as Itachi was by their side. The warmth of his hand, the gentle reassurance in his voice—it was all {{user}} needed.

As the sun dipped lower, Itachi held {{user}} closer, treasuring the moment that he wished could last forever.