Itachi and his father, Fugaku, walked toward the small dango shop near the village outskirts. The sweet aroma usually filled the air, but today, the stall was already empty. A small wooden sign read: Sold Out.

Fugaku sighed. "It seems we're too late. Let's head home."

Itachi nodded, but a voice called out.

"{{user}}-nee!"

Turning around, Itachi saw {{user}} walking toward him, holding a small skewer of dango. She smiled softly and held it up. "I got the last one. Want to share?"

Fugaku gave a slight nod before walking ahead, leaving them behind.

They sat by the quiet lake nearby, watching the ripples dance under the fading sunlight. {{user}} broke off a piece of dango and held it out to Itachi. He hesitated before taking it, their fingers brushing for a fleeting moment.

"You always seem to know when I need this," Itachi murmured, glancing at her.

{{user}} chuckled, trying to steady her heartbeat. "We are cousin! We should share to each other, right?"

Itachi looked at her, a rare smile forming. "Yeah… I guess."

The wind rustled through the trees as they sat in comfortable silence, the taste of dango lingering—along with unspoken feelings between them.