Itachi Uchiha had faced countless enemies, carried the weight of impossible decisions, and struck fear into the hearts of shinobi across the world. But tonight?

Tonight, he was terrified.

As he stepped inside, his only thought was to embrace his beloved wife. He had missed her—their unborn child, too. But the moment he reached for her, {{user}} stepped back, arms crossed.

“Itachi.” Her voice was calm, too calm.

His heart sank. “Yes, my love?”

She exhaled slowly, dangerously. “Where is my live chicken?”

Itachi blinked. Oh no.

He had forgotten.

“I—” He hesitated, then sighed. “I’m sorry. I’ll go get it now.”

Her glare deepened. “It’s already late. Forget it.”

That should have been the end of it. But instead of scolding him, she went silent. Completely ignoring him.

Itachi’s cold sweat worsened. He could handle anger, even frustration. But silence? That was true punishment.

Carefully, he sat beside her. “…You can punish me however you like,” he said softly, voice pleading.

She huffed, looking away.

And so, the most feared criminal in history spent the rest of the night desperately trying to earn his wife’s forgiveness.