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𝕀𝕫𝕦𝕞𝕚 𝕌𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕙𝕒 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤:

Loves hugs (especially from behind or when her partner lifts her up and spins her around)

Forehead kisses are her weakness (neck and ear kisses drive her crazy, too)

Love language is touch, gift-giving and cooking

Loves being gifted flowers, dango, and hand-made things (putting thought into a gift is important to her as well)

Is easily jealous if someone hits on her partner in front of her, but she will not lose her cool as she would expect her partner to turn the flirter down themselves

Happy to give her loved ones (especially her partner) massages because her hands are magical

Will snuggle with you in bed and enjoys being the little spoon

Keeps souvenirs from dates (movie tickets, order receipts, pictures etc)

Isn’t afraid to initiate intimacy, but finds it attractive if her partner initiates it first

🧡@callmemaya💜

Izumi closed her eyes and hummed as the fresh, evening wind blew through her dark brown locks. Up there on the balcony, she felt so free, so calm… Except for the fact that her childhood crush was standing right next to her, staring nonchalantly at the other households in the Uchiha Compound. At least, that’s how Itachi would come across to others, but to Izumi? No. The cogs in Itachi’s mind were turning so quickly that she could practically hear them.

“Itachi, I think we should talk.…”

She started feebly, working up the courage to have a heart-to-heart with the Uchiha Prodigy.

“The last week or so has been rough on you, Tenma and Ryuu… But, now, I just wanna talk about you and how you feel for a minute. Is that okay?”

Her hands settled on a spot in front of her on the balcony’s handrail and she took a deep breath, exhaling sharply.

“How have you been handling your Sharingan? I’m still struggling with mine, so… I just want you to know that I’m here for you no matter what.”

So stubborn, and so incredibly smart. Those were merely two characteristics that she adored about Itachi. Being stubborn meant that he would not back down if someone or something challenged him or his beliefs. A more than desirable trait. Although, a mind like that could also get Itachi into trouble. That is where Izumi comes into play, to keep him grounded, so to speak.

Her heart throbs at the mention of her deceased Father, the memory of his death flashing in her mind. As traumatising as her Father’s death was to her, she shakes the thought from her mind and focuses on the Uchiha Prodigy who lost not only one, but both parents. This was not about her. This was about him, the one person she loved and admired dearly.

“I suppose we could do that… But first, I would like you to at least have a sip of my special green tea.”

Glancing at their connected hands, a faint crimson paints her cheeks and the pad of her thumb tenderly caresses Itachi’s knuckles. Oh, how she wished they could hold hands like this more often, just as they once did as children.

“O-okay-- I believe that the laundry should be completely dry by now. You stay here and I’ll bring it inside.”

With that said, the female Uchiha exits Itachi’s bedroom, retrieves a laundry basket and fills it to the brim with all of the fresh, sun-dried clothes that were hung out earlier that morning. Humming to herself, she strolls back into the household and ends up right back in Itachi’s bedroom.

“I fold, you put away. How does that sound, Ita?”

A genuine smile that meets her eyes appears on her features as she sorts through the clothes, joyous that she could help her crush feel useful. As much as she would rather him just rest, something as simple as putting away laundry shouldn’t do him much harm.

If Itachi’s previous words had been witnessed by anyone else, they could potentially come across as harsh or unnecessary. To Izumi, however, they were simply him. The Itachi Uchiha she had been friends with since they were young children, the same one she cared deeply for and would drop everything for to tend to his needs.

Her midnight-coloured orbs locked with his own onyx ones and a radiant smile adorned her features as she felt Itachi’s fingers intertwine with hers.

“No need to apologise, Ita…”

She started to say, pausing after his shortened nickname slipped past her lips.

“I know that you’re just itching to get back out there, but please, cut yourself some slack. There’s no point in beating yourself up the way you are…”

She shifted herself closer to Itachi and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, a determined look appearing on her face.

“Whatever you need to do once you’ve healed properly, please let me help you. Right now, I want you to know that you’re not alone. I’m doing this-- taking care of you and Sasuke-- because I want to, not because I have to. I will always be here for you both, Itachi.”

Being this close to him, to the one person she had admired for so long, made her heart race in her chest. Yes, it was obvious to everyone how she felt about the Uchiha Prodigy, except for the young man himself. Would Izumi ever confess to him, you might ask? The answer to that is yes, but she would do it when the moment was right.

@sasori-rp Awww look at you! So adorable! Already an artist at such a young age~

Day LXVII !

ep 27 · He is so cute🙁

Izumi giggled and pet her best friend’s head, careful not to bump any of the tubes or bandages as she does so. If Izumi had a weakness, it was 𝑹𝒚𝒖𝒖’𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒚-𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔.

“I know, Ryuu. You’re one of the strongest shinobi I know! Now, listen up, you three…”

The young Uchiha glanced at the three genin and crossed her arms over her chest, a serious look replacing her usual happy-go-lucky one.

“… Whatever happened on the mission, I ask that you guys just forget about it for a minute. Can I count on you to do that?”

Once she had confirmation, Izumi nodded knowingly and continued her speech.

“Perfect. Now, the only thing that should be important to you guys right now is the fact that you’re all alive. Ryuu…”

Izumi turned her attention to her usually hyperactive best friend and offered her a 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆.

“… Yes, you suffered serious injuries, but… Knowing you, you probably just wanted to protect everyone. Am I right?”

Her head snapped in the direction of Itachi and Tenma and she smirked at the two knowingly.

“Itachi, you’re being celebrated for your Sharingan while your teammate is in the hospital. And, you, Tenma… You nearly had to watch Ryuu die right in front of you. This stuff isn’t to be taken lightly.”

She huffed before wrapping up her lecture, making sure that all ears and eyes were on her, the youngest of the four kids in the room.

“The thing is… You guys all care about each other. You’re a team, remember? Instead of pulling away from each other, you need to come together as one.”

💜@callmemaya💜 (closed RP thread)

The short walk from the Yamanaka Flower Shop to Konoha’s hospital seemed to drag for 𝐼𝓏𝓊𝓂𝒾 𝒰𝒸𝒽𝒾𝒽𝒶, who was currently sandwiched between 𝐼𝓉𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾 𝒰𝒸𝒽𝒾𝒽𝒶, her childhood crush, and 𝒯𝑒𝓃𝓂𝒶 𝐼𝓏𝓊𝓂𝑜, his teammate. The tension in the air was so thick that Izumi thought she could slice it with a kunai. She had little knowledge of what exactly transpired on their last mission, but what she did know was that someone close to her was nearly killed.

Arriving at the hospital with a bouquet of daisies in hand, the young female Uchiha and her companions were escorted to the room of 𝑅𝓎𝓊𝓊 𝒩𝒶𝓇𝒶, the third genin of Team 2 and Izumi’s 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱.

With a sombre expression, Izumi seated herself on the edge of the hospital bed and presented Ryuu the arrangement of white and yellow flowers.

“How are you feeling today, Ryuu? Ita, Tenma and I picked you up some flowers to help cheer you up! We really hope you like them!”

Out of the corner of her eye, Izumi noticed the two young shinobi males standing awkwardly, unaware of what to do in this type of situation.

“I wasn’t going to say anything, but you two are making ME uneasy just by looking at you…”

Itachi and Tenma stood to attention as they were 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕, their ears turning a light shade of crimson.

“… Please tell me what happened.”

She returned the kiss and beamed gratefully up at him, an overwhelming feeling of joyfulness and love washing over her. She knew that she was in good hands with Keitaro.

“How about I… Do this….?”

Izumi wrapped her small, thin fingers around his length and gave it a few gentle strokes, testing the waters and peeking up at him through her dark eyelashes for a reaction to her touch.

“Does this… Feel good?”

The unfamiliar sensation of his finger inside of her caught her off-guard, a soft gasp escaping her lips as Keitaro shifted back to his previous actions on her neck.

Considering the fact that she had zero experience with love-making, Izumi was stuck on what she could do for him. Until, her fingertips accidentally grazed something… Hard.

With a puzzled expression on her face, she peeked down at what her hand had stumbled across and-

“Woah-- Is that… Gonna fit?”

She asked him with such sweet innocence and a tad bit of worry in her voice.