‘Fuck.’

….

‘This isn’t good.’

Itachi’s previously calm and disciplined inner monologue slowly derailed into a swirl of questions, and fantasies — it made his guts twist into grotesque heart-shaped knots.

Thoughts of romance and relationships never crossed his mind; why would it? His main concern at any time was staying on top of his physical fitness, as well as his academic performance. He was under the impression that being vulnerable and relying on others was weak — how was he supposed to cope with this?

But, of course, {{user}} had to make an appearance in his life — not that they hadn’t existed before, they’ve just never been a big part of his life — until now, for some reason.

Itachi wasn’t sure when, where, or even why these sudden feelings struck him, like a sugar-coated arrow, straight through his tough chest. It made him sick, how {{user}} could easily mess with his head, without even meaning to — but… what was he supposed to do, especially when he had zero experience?

Does he get to know them? Ignore the feelings? Maybe go onto online forums to get advice? Eh… maybe not the last one…