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Izumi sighed in relief once the tension in the air faded into a more comfortable one. Seeing the trio return to their normal selves felt like a huge weight had been lifted from her chest and shoulders.

She squeezed Ryuu’s hands and nodded knowingly. Of course she would jump in and protect her teammates, or even Izumi herself, because that’s just the kind of person she is, that Nara girl. And Izumi was extremely grateful to be in her life.

Witnessing her best friends’ antics, Izumi dramatically gasped and gently shook her arm, joining in with the shenanigans almost immediately.

“Ryuu! No! Yūki-sensei, please have mercy on Miss Nara! I beg of you!”

She pretended to beg to no one in particular for a few seconds before nearly tumbling off the edge of the hospital bed, happy tears glossing over her midnight-coloured orbs.

“But, seriously, Ryuu… I’m really glad that you’re okay. I was so worried about you when Itachi told me that you had been hurt…”

Taking a chance, she glanced over at the other Uchiha and locked eyes with him. He now possessed the Sharingan, the kekkei genkai that Izumi had previously acquired when her Father was killed in the Nine-Tailed Fox attack on the Leaf Village. She knew that she had to be there for him just as much as she needed to be there for Ryuu. She truly cared for and loved them… Yes, even Tenma.

💜@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.”

🧡@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.”

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

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.

Izumi someone ratted to your mom. Now her and kei are going at it

Wh-what?! You’ve gotta be kidding me… I thought that I had plenty of time before it came to this!

Thank you, kind anon, for letting me know! Wish me luck!

A little me! How adorable~!

𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆.

tagged by: @nepnthc & @fireburial (thank you!!)

tagging: @fluchtanz @lcmurian @the-heros-sidekick @fri-luftsliv @sergeantkepler and you. yes, you.

@sassykinzonline 💜💜

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…And my results are in!

Not too bad if I say so myself, heehee~

“I’m not sick! I’m fine!” [Itachi]

Izumi shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest as she watched a clearly unwell Itachi Uchiha training once again. This was the fourth morning in a row that he had been outside in the winter air, attempting kunai-throwing practice like he used to as a child with his younger brother.

“Ita… You’ve been sick for nearly a week now and you doing this is not helpful at all! You can train all you want once you’ve fully recovered, okay?”

Always the stubborn one, that one. She admired that about him, but it also frustrated her when she knew that in cases like this, his stubbornness could cause his body more harm than good.

“Please, come inside with me so that you can rest. I’ll stay with you and make sure you’re well taken care of.”

(glare) “We’re alone, so go on. Admit it.”

Izumi blinked a few times in confusion as she peeked at Sasuke from over her light romance novel, unsure of just what the younger Uchiha was talking about. Izumi was, ironically (given the situation), an open book. Speaking her mind was never a problem, especially with someone she trusted.

“…And what exactly am I admitting, Sasuke? You’re gonna have to be a little more specific here.”

“No touchie!” Little! Sasuke swats her hand away from him. “Only Ni-San gives head pats!”

Izumi retracts her hand with a small pout, but she quickly shakes it off and regains her composure.

As adorable as Sasuke is and no matter how much she wanted to show her affection for him, she respects that he didn’t want anyone but Itachi to pet his head.

“Sorry, Sasuke. How about a high-five instead? Is that okay?”

She kneels down to Sasuke’s level and holds her hand up for him, this time prepared for both a reciprocated hand touch or a rejection.

(hypothetically) modern universe where izumi and ryuu have a phone and they send each other weird stuff all the time. ryuu loves toads and frogs btw

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[ message to zoomies ]

yo

did you eat?

i made dinner for you

link

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link to a safe tumblr post

Mod // THAT’S SO FUNNY LMAO IM DYING! Izumi would be horrified at first, but then laugh.😂

*gasps* Ryuu! What did you do with that-- Oh- You’re so silly! This is why I love you :3

Izumi gazed at her counterpart. "You're so beautiful," she said, giving her a smile. This other Izumi was, indeed, beautiful. She wasn't small like she was and her face wasn't as round.

“Thank you, you’re quite adorable yourself!”

She grinned down at her younger counterpart, taking in her features that were much similar to her own. The same hair, same eyes, but she had gentle, round cheeks that Izumi just wanted to squish.

Being an only child was lonesome. She had always wondered what it would’ve been like to have a sibling of some sorts, a little brother or sister to play with and fill her life as a shinobi full of joy.

Is this what it would’ve been like?

//I'm curious, what is your HC how your Izumi survived Itachi's illusion?

Mod // Hiyah! So sorry for the delay! 🥺 The answer to this question depends on the difference in plots, I suppose?

For example, one RP plot involves the Uchiha massacre never happening, another is Sasuke finding her just in time to get help, and this other one is that Itachi is actually unable to kill her because of his feelings for her.

Thanks for your question, lovely!!💜💜

Pokes her on the forehead.

Izumi blinks a few times before glancing back and forth between Sasuke’s face and the tips of his fingers, the same fingers that were used to poke her forehead mere seconds ago.

“What was that for, Sasuke?”

She chuckles softly and returns the gesture, a cheeky grin plastered on her face.

Mod //

To all of my lovely followers and fellow Roleplayers,

As some of you may have noticed, I haven’t been as active as I usually am. This is due to in real life demands and problems, which I will not delve into.

I’m making this post to say a huge thank you to those who have reached out and to those who have been super patient with me whilst I work out what the heck I’m supposed to do with my life (lol) as a single Mum of two precious angels~

Also, I will do my best to be more active and finally reply to @kiigan, my adorably innocent Itachi, @elimf, my Nara QUEEN, and any others I have missed. They have been so genuinely kind to me during this rough patch of my life. I appreciate you both so much❤️

@sassykinzonline, my sweet Sasuke boy, @sasori-rp, my charming wooden man, and @shisui-uchiha-rp, Izumi’s brother and my side hoe (please don’t tell Itachi or Sasuke that I said that-😂), you guys are my closest friends and you always know what to say when I need help or advice.🥰

To wrap this up, thank you so much to everyone for simply being amazing and kind and I can’t wait to speak with you all again, whether it’s myself or Izumi doing the talking!😘

"Mama, where do you and Papa when Uncle Shi watches me?" The little girl with brown hair and black eyes asks. (For Izumi)

Izumi blushed faintly, giggled and pet her daughter’s silky, brown hair.

“Well, you see… Mama and Papa like to spend time alone together, sometimes. You know how we love to spend time with you when we have days off from missions? Well, Mama loves to spend time with Papa doing things that we like, too~”

She knew that one day her daughter would understand. Until then, she chose to take in every single day as a Mom to the most precious girl in the world. A girl who was practically a copy and paste of her Father. Their daughter. The most beautiful creation to ever come into existence.

Izumi’s heart skipped a beat as she felt Itachi attempt to kiss her back. The way his hand caressed her burning, crimson cheek scrambled her brain almost as much as the eggs she had prepared for the two Uchiha boys that morning.

When the kiss was broken, she shyly met Itachi’s eyes, which were shimmering with the familiar glow of the Uchiha’s kekkei genkai. The Sharingan. His Sharingan.

“…Y-yeah, it was.”

Eventually, her brain caught up with her body and she glanced down at her feet, unsure of what to do next.

She did it. Finally, she was courageous enough to kiss him, the young man she had adored for so long. Unfortunately, she had been so busy day-dreaming about the said kiss, that she never really thought about what would happen afterwards.

“I… Oh! What’s the time? How about I meet Sasuke at the academy while you stay here and prepare the table for dinner later? I think I’ll make us all some okonomiyaki with extra cabbage!”

Cabbage. Itachi’s favourite food. Izumi would never tell anyone, but she would always include cabbage in the bentos and homemade dishes that she made for Itachi. She enjoyed seeing his face light up as he elegantly ate her food.

With that all said and done, Izumi hurriedly escorted herself out of the Uchiha’s household and made her way towards the Academy.

“Woah… What do I do now?”

She nervously mumbled to herself, the world around her became blurry as she lost herself in thoughts of Itachi Uchiha.

Quickly stripping herself of her usual attire, Izumi slips into the clothes that she had chosen from Itachi’s wardrobe and smoothes them out with her hands. They were a little baggy on her smaller frame, but so, so comfortable. They smelled like him, too. Itachi had such a subtle, home-y scent which always put her at ease.

“Okay, I’m all finished! How do I look, Ita?”

She strikes a dramatic pose like a model on a runway and giggles to herself, amused by her own playfulness.

When Itachi turns to face her, she catches a glimpse of the light pink hues on his cheeks. Was Itachi actually blushing? And because of her?

She takes a few steps towards him and leans in close, their faces only inches apart as she observes his face intently.

“Ita, are you blushing right now? All this time I’ve known you, I’ve hardly ever seen you like this… You look really cute.”

As if now only realising how close they had gotten, Izumi locks eyes with the slightly taller Uchiha and swallows the nervous lump in her throat, a shade of pink flushing her cheeks to match Itachi’s.

It was as if the world froze around her and nothing else mattered in this moment except for the person she loved and admired who was standing right in front of her. So close. So temptingly close.

Taking a deep, encouraging breath, she closes the gap between them, shutting her eyes in the process, and presses her soft, plump lips against Itachi’s. A perfectly short and sweet first kiss.

“Hey, bored. I’m Izumi!”

The Uchiha girl laughed at her own “Dad Joke” and waved at the red-head on the floor.

She tilted her head in confusion before speaking.

“Why are you on the floor?”

"I'm BOOOOORRRRED." She's laying on the floor.