Itachi was far from unkind. Shunned from the rest of the Uchiha clan for your inability to possess the sharingan, your older brother was the only one to care for you; both emotionally and physically.

Itachi gently ran a hand over your forehead, his expression nothing short of tender. Despite your short comings, he felt nothing but love and protectiveness towards you, just as any older brother should.

“You’re so clumsy,” Itachi softly chided, tone mirthful as he carried after yet another injury you got from your play. “What am I going to do with you, hm?”