𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲 ᶦᵗᵃᶜʰᶦ

7| fine

The feeling of the dense cold water running down his body was soothing. He rubbed his sore muscles with the bar of soap, gently cleaning his nearly healed wounds. Itachi was grateful for [y/n], he was thankful for all of the help she has given him. So appreciative, he would forget about his wanting to return home. He had grown accustomed to [y/n], and her small leaky cottage.

The weeks that were leading into months felt as if he had started a new life. A life he was growing to love. As for [y/n], she enjoyed his company. Years of isolation took a toll on her, even if she didn't realize it.

"Itachi! I'm going to wash your clothes!" [y/n] announced, which cause the charcoal haired man to hide behind the water.

"Th-Thank you, [y/n]!" he yelled through the roaring sound of water. [y/n] only smiled as she picked up his filthy Anbu uniform. She then proceeds to walk further down the river, where a cluster of rocks littered the shallow part of the water.

Itachi quickly finished cleaning himself and walked out the side of the waterfall where [y/n] had neatly fixed his towel and new clothing. A small smile broke from the serious Uchiha's lips, and that was only because he had left the clothes sloppily on the ground. Yet now they rested perfectly on top of a nearby rock.

He wrapped the towel around his waist and brushed his hair with his fingers. Itachi then proceeded to make his way towards [y/n], who was humming a tune as she washed their clothes.

"Thank you for fixing my clothes, you didn't have to do that," Itachi chuckled once he reached her. [y/n] looked up, and once she saw how Itachi only wore a towel, her face burned red, and she refocused her attention back to the clothes.

"Y-You're w-welcome, a-and p-please put your cl-clothes on!" she stammered, her hands moving quickly due to Itachi's glimmering body making her feel flustered.

"O-Oh yes o-of course," he to began to blush, the both of them not understanding the emotions they were feeling.

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"Do you need help cooking [y/n]?" Itachi walked beside her, her hands carefully cleaning the rice.

"You can cook Itachi?" [y/n] chuckled, her eyes giving him a suspicious look.

"Let me cook tonight. I'll show you my culinary skills," a small smile began to pull on his lips.

"Don't burn my house down, Itachi," she laughed, a laugh that sent butterflies into his stomach, and a blush to spread across his cheek.

"Itachi! Are you feeling well?" [y/n] shot up as she wiped her hands dry, quickly placing one of them on his forehead. His heart fluttered at the contact, and the blush trailed towards his ears.

"I-I'm fine," he chocked, his heart thumping now he wasn't use to having someone so close to him.

"You look feverish! Please sit down," a worried expression painted her face, and for no reason, Itachi placed his hand on the top of her head.

"[y/n] I'm fine, I promise," he gave her a closed-eyed smile.

Being fine was rare for Itachi, but ever since he arrived here with [y/n] he was genuinely doing better, not only physically but mentally.