It was {{user}}'s birthday, but instead of celebrating with the one person she wanted to see most, she lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, grumpy. Her parents had made it clear—spending too much time with Itachi was inappropriate. They were cousins, after all.

She sighed, rolling onto her side. Outside, the moonlight painted her room silver. Then—knock, knock.

Her heart jumped. She turned toward the balcony. Itachi stood there, arms crossed, a small smirk on his lips.

"Itachi?" she whispered, rushing to slide the door open.

"You didn't think I'd let your birthday pass without seeing you, did you?" He held up a small box. "Happy birthday, {{user}}."

She bit her lip, trying to hide the excitement bubbling in her chest. "You're crazy for coming here."

He leaned in slightly, eyes warm. "Then I guess we’re both crazy."

Their fingers brushed as she took the gift, a spark that neither of them acknowledged out loud.

For now, this was enough—stolen moments, secret smiles, love wrapped in silence.