Your Lies | Itachi Uchiha x Reader

Chapter 27

POV – Y/n

The rain came down hard.

By the time we spotted the abandoned shrine, we were already soaked. The wooden structure was barely standing—half the roof had caved in, and vines clung to the sides like desperate fingers. But it was shelter.

Kisame grumbled something about sleeping outside and vanished to find a tree with decent cover. That left Itachi and me standing in the shrine's doorway, dripping, shivering, and too exhausted to argue.

I peeled off my soaked outer layer and dropped it near the corner. My undershirt clung to me like a second skin. I crossed my arms and avoided looking at Itachi.

He, of course, looked completely composed. Damp, yes. Ruffled, never.

"I hate this," I muttered.

"Rain is necessary," he said, settling against the wall.

"Don't start philosophizing."

"It's not philosophy. It's fact."

I rolled my eyes and sat on the opposite end of the shrine, arms hugging my knees. Water dripped from my hair onto my arms.

"...You'll get sick if you sleep in that," he said after a moment.

"I don't have anything else."

He pulled something from his pack and tossed it toward me. A spare cloak.

I caught it. It was warm. Dry. His.

I hesitated before putting it on, tugging it close like armor. "Thanks," I said softly.

He gave a nod. That was all.

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Hours Later

The temperature dropped fast.

Despite the cloak, the cold had burrowed under my skin. I tried curling tighter, but my teeth started to chatter.

Itachi noticed. Of course he did.

"You're shaking," he said.

"I'm fine."

He stood and walked over without a word.

I looked up sharply. "What are you—?"

He sat beside me and pulled the edge of the cloak tighter around both of us. "Body heat," he said flatly. "Don't make it weird."

I didn't breathe for a second. Our shoulders were touching. Our knees. His arm brushed mine, and I could feel the warmth radiating off him like a pulse.

"Too late," I muttered.

We sat in silence.

I was sure he could hear my heart.

The rain hammered the roof. Water dripped steadily in the corner. But all I could focus on was the heat of his presence and the way my breath hitched when he shifted slightly closer.

"You're tense," he said.

"No, I'm not."

He glanced at me. I could feel it even if I didn't look at him.

"You're scared."

"Of you?"

He didn't answer.

"...Of what this means," I whispered.

The words came out before I could stop them.

He froze.

"I'm not asking for anything," I added quickly. "I just— I don't know what's happening."

He turned his head. I could feel his gaze burning against my cheek.

"I don't either," he said quietly.

I looked at him then. Really looked.

And for a terrifying, suspended second, I thought he might kiss me.

He didn't.

He stood abruptly, walking to the other side of the shrine. Back to his side. Back to distance.

I stared at the space he left behind.

And pulled his cloak tighter around me.

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POV – Itachi

My hand was still warm where it had touched her arm.

I stared at the crumbling altar at the front of the shrine, doing everything I could to not look back at her.

I had let the moment get too close.

Too human.

And still—her voice echoed in my mind.

I don't know what's happening.

Neither did I.

But I knew this:

Whatever was happening... it was dangerous.

And I couldn't stop it.