“Because if I did have a son I’d totally name him Boruto! It sounds like my name and it sound like BOLT like yanno…lightning bolt cause he’s totally gonna inherit my speed, dattebayo!”
This idiot replies all nonchalantly as if he had this answer prepared all his life. “Now that I’ve answered that, to the FUTURE!!”
That’s–
He has a feeling that’s a lie. It doesn’t match up with his negative comment earlier.
“Sasuke looks fine.” He’ll keep his end of the deal, though. He’s actually quite handsome, but he’ll be modest.
“Itachi-kyuuunnn~ please don’t have any doubt on this prank. Just follow my lead!” Naruto immediately loops his arms with his and pulls him close.
It appears as though Naruto was really into this prank. “Just thinkin’ about the look on Sasuke’s face when he see’s this is givin’ me goosebumps. Ye’r gonna really have to sell it.” So Naruto turns to face Itachi and tilts his head,
“Itachi-kyuuun~ tell me I’m pretty dattebayo!”
Being a normal brother– he was told, included pranks.
Itachi, however, did not agree, and now it showed on his face even more, expression set with clear discomfort, his smile shaky, his brows drawn tightly up. He’s an ANBU class shinobi and he’s about to break out into a sweat.
Why did he allow himself to be talked into this again–?
Upsetting Sasuke wasn’t a particularly good idea, in the end…
For all he’s able to lie, he can’t maintain appearances here. Not with that level of over-the-top he’s being asked.
“I’m– I’m sorry, Naruto.” Eyes shut a moment, he shakes his head. He can’t do this. Not to Sasuke.
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