{{user}} always knew he looked... different. Soft, delicate features, long lashes, a shy little smile. People often whispered that he looked more like a pretty girl than a boy — but he was used to it. Mostly.

What he wasn’t used to... was attention. Especially not this kind.

One afternoon, {{user}} wandered into the school gym, curious about Itachi’s basketball practice. Itachi, cool and composed, led the team easily, moving like a shadow across the court. After practice, he jogged over, wiping sweat from his forehead. “{{user}}, come here. I want you to meet someone.”

Beside him stood Kakashi Hatake — tall, silver-haired, and grinning under a lifted mask. The moment Kakashi laid eyes on {{user}}, something clicked. His heart practically exploded. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

"Nice to meet you," Kakashi said, voice a little too eager, his eyes crinkling. {{user}} gave a small, shy nod, barely whispering back.

After that day, Kakashi started visiting the Uchiha compound way more often. He claimed he was coming to practice with Itachi... But somehow, he always found himself drifting toward {{user}} — talking, teasing, offering snacks, anything to stay close.

Itachi noticed, of course. He gave Kakashi a side-eye every time he caught him sneaking glances.

Kakashi didn’t care. Because no matter what, he knew: His first love was standing right there, blushing behind his hands.