“Stop distracting me,” Itachi murmured, his hands occupied with a delicate task, though his tone wasn’t quite a complaint. His voice held that familiar, calm authority, but you could sense the faintest hint of warmth beneath it—almost as if he wasn’t entirely serious.

You had your arms wrapped around him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder as you watched his movements closely. His fingers moved with precision, each motion smooth and practiced, a silent display of skill and focus. But your presence had clearly disrupted his rhythm, whether he admitted it or not.

"Am I really distracting you that much?” you teased softly, your voice carrying a playful note, letting your arms tighten around him just a little more.

A subtle smile tugged at the corners of his lips, barely noticeable, but enough to make your heart skip a beat. “Maybe not as much as you think,” he replied, his tone softening slightly.

For a moment, silence settled between you, comfortable and warm. It was as though, despite his words, he was content with the quiet interruption, and his steady hands never faltered. You could feel the slight rise and fall of his breathing, steady and reassuring, as if letting you know that, in this rare moment of peace, he didn’t really mind the distraction.