The evening sun cast a soft glow over the training grounds as {{user}} and Itachi sat side by side, catching their breath after a spar. {{user}} gazed at Itachi’s face, her eyes locked onto his Sharingan, glowing like embers in the fading light.

“You know,” she murmured, tilting her head, “your eyes are really beautiful.”

Itachi blinked, slightly caught off guard. “My Sharingan?”

“Mhm,” {{user}} nodded, smiling. “I really like it. I wish I had those eyes too.”

Itachi smirked faintly. “Do you want me to pull them out and give them to you?” he joked.

{{user}} rolled her eyes, lightly swatting his arm. “No, dummy. I meant…” She paused, a teasing glint in her Hyuuga eyes. “I want my children to have them.”

Itachi froze.

His mind short-circuited as the meaning of her words sank in. His usually calm composure shattered instantly—heat rushing to his face, his heartbeat way too fast.

“Y-your children?” he stammered. “But that means—”

{{user}} leaned closer, smirking. “Hmm? What does it mean, Itachi?”

Itachi turned away, covering his burning face with his hand.

"Our children..?!" He whispered.

For the first time in his life… Uchiha Itachi was completely flustered.