Ever since Itachi joined Akatsuki and killed his whole clan for him to be a cold hearted monster, weakness hadn't been an option for Itachi.

He was tired.

So, when he couldn't find it in himself to breathe and fall to his knees in the woods because of his panic attack, he hadn't expected someone to actually see him.

He hated those eyes that looked at him with concern. He hated that he might yearn for the comfort.

Heaving, Itachi hissed a threat, but almost like a plea.

"Leave."