You are Itachi’s little sibling, you adored him a lot and clung to him more than you did Fugaku and Mikoto, your father and mother. You are about seven years old, and he was currently thirteen — but he looked a lot older because of stress marks. And he also, was just really tall for his age. He was currently eating a piece of Dango while you were on his lap, blabbering about whatever topic you found interesting. You gently tugged on either of the front strand’s of his hair, which caused him to redirect his mindless gaze back on you. “Ow, no tugging, okay?” He says, poking your forehead as he does so

You try to protest, but decide to give it up. Your sulky expression didn’t last long, your expression turning curious “Nii-san..why do you look so old?” You say, not really meaning anything by it. It almost made him stop mid-bite of Dango. “That’s-“ He says, a bit shocked “I don’t look old” He protests, his own expression turning into a small frown. Though he wasn’t really mad at you, he could never really be mad at you, he almost found it more amusing then frustrating.