He pops a piece of chocolate in his mouth– it’s thick and savory, clearly made with skill and dedication.
The box is laid out before him, hand-crafted as well, ribbon folded neatly by its side.
“Missions, as well as six gifts of various chocolates.” Barely anyone outside of Itachi’s barely existing circle was aware he was with or back together with Anko, and just this once, Itachi took the plunge and accepted gifts from blushing civilian girls.
There truly was no harm in it, and he could indulge in sweets.
“How come you do not make me chocolates.” A question with no real answer, as it’s not an expectation nor a demand.
(He awaits the inevitable elbow to his rib.)