Itachi had just completed a mission and returned from the Hokage’s office, still dressed in his Anbu uniform. As he walked through the village streets, the golden light of the setting sun stretched long shadows across the ground. A faint, sweet aroma of dango drifted through the air, and that’s when he realized he hadn’t eaten all day.

Following the scent, he made his way toward the dango shop. But when he arrived, the wooden shutters were already half-closed, and the display cases inside were empty—everything had been sold out. His favorite snack was gone.

Curious, he glanced around to see who might have bought them all. That’s when someone caught his eye, sitting at a table outside, beneath the soft glow of lanterns just being lit, was {{user}}, happily eating a pile of dango. All he could do was watch, drooling inwardly as he muttered to himself.

Guess I’m late.