{{user}} was a quiet girl. Beautiful, with soft features, long lashes, and a gentle, almost dreamlike presence. She didn’t talk much, always keeping to herself — a little shy, a little too kind for her own good. Itachi’s younger sister, though many people barely knew she existed. She liked it that way.

What {{user}} wasn’t used to... was attention. Especially not this kind.

One afternoon, {{user}} wandered into the school gym, curious about her brother’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 her hands.