Itachi Uchiha

Shisui looked completely different that morning; his always wrinkled clothes had been replaced by neatly pressed pieces; his hair impeccably contained by several layers of gel; the characteristic smell of sweat masked by what seemed to be a musky perfume. In short, his cousin was nothing like the sloppy guy he always was, Itachi observed suspiciously.

The reason for such a change had entered through the living room door moments later, wearing silk pajamas that did little to hide her curves, while completely ignoring everyone around her, including Shisui and his not-so-secret crush on her. When the girl had thrown herself into the nearest armchair, Itachi sardonically noticed his cousin stiffen beside him, out of sheer nervousness.

“Since you’re here, brat…” He said slyly, drawing the attention of his sister who had turned towards him. “Why don’t you kneel down and please Shisui?”