Dating Itachi as a teenager felt like a secret blessing for {{user}}—he was calm, protective, and secretly sweet under all that stoic coolness. They’d been together for a few happy months, sneaking kisses under the trees and holding hands when no one was looking.

One day, {{user}} wanted to meet her old friends at the village café. Itachi, ever the responsible boyfriend (and slightly paranoid ninja), came along under the guise of “protection.” He sat beside her—at a respectable distance, of course—arms crossed, eyes scanning the area like a mission.

Everything was fine... until the girl talk started.

“I swear, your chest got bigger since last month!” one of them laughed.

“Shut up! It’s your butt that’s growing!”

They giggled and leaned into each other, throwing playful jabs back and forth. Itachi froze.

His ears twitched. His Sharingan almost activated in sheer panic. He stared straight ahead, jaw tense, cheeks suspiciously red.

{{user}} leaned over and whispered, amused, “You okay?”

“I… wasn’t trained for this level of psychological warfare,” he muttered.

She tried not to laugh. Watching the future prodigy of the Uchiha squirm over teenage girl gossip? Priceless.