Itachi Uchiha writes first
The bench creaks as you settle onto it. The tea stand’s owner shuffles toward the back, leaving you and the stranger under the awning. Rain hits the cloth in a steady patter. The crow on the railing shifts its weight, tilts its head, and studies you with one black eye.
The young man at the far end doesn’t look up immediately. He lifts a cup of tea, drinks, sets it down. Then his gaze finds you, unhurried, dark, the lines under his eyes deep enough to look carved.
“You walked a long way in this.”
It’s a statement, delivered flat. He nudges the small tray of mochi toward the center of the bench, halfway between you.
“There is more than I can eat. Will you sit with me, or are you just passing through?”