Every time I'm lazy, I'm putting on big things, and I'm very tired today

"Hiss—it's so slimy and disgusting."

The three of them had just returned from their mission and were changing Anbu's clothes in the locker room.Compared with the other two, Hikoichi Senju's Anbu costume was the worst. From the inner tights to the white vest outside, they were all stained with blood, and now they were faintly black.

He took off the tights that were soaked in blood and almost stuck to his body indiscriminately, and threw them on the chair next to him, just like that, with his upper body naked, he rummaged through the cabinet to find towels.

While looking for it, he cursed and said: "What did that Kirin ninja think, that he blew himself up, and I was still in the front, and the flesh and blood flew directly to me, as if he came back from a bath in the blood, it really disgusted me .”

Thinking of the situation at that time, Yan Yi still had a chill.

"Fortunately, you didn't see much from behind. I'm afraid that the scene would have been spit out overnight... Oh? Where is my towel! I put it here! Shit!"

With a dull sound, he slammed the cabinet door and scratched his hair irritably to find a place to sit down.

"I'm convinced, I can't find it when I want it, and I jump in front of it every day when I don't need it. Jingye, where is your towel, lend me a use."

Seeing that there was no movement behind him for a long time, Yan turned his head and saw his two little brothers staring at his back in a daze - there was a scar running from his right shoulder to his left waist. The scar in the past has become lighter, but it still looks very hideous.

He raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers in front of Jingye: "Don't look, there's something to see, isn't it just a scar! I'm asking you, do you have a towel and I can use it."

"Oh! Yes..." Jingye was still a little dazed, but he had already handed him his towel, watching his captain skillfully wipe the blood stains on his body with a wet towel, he still couldn't hold back He asked, "Captain, what's the matter with your back?"

As far as Senju Hikoichi is concerned, most of his injuries are on the front, occasionally on the waist, and there is only this scar on his back, which is also the most serious one.

It was rare for him to take off so cleanly in the locker room, so it was the first time they saw the horror of this man's back. It was hard to imagine that such a powerful person like him would suffer such a serious injury.

I heard Yan Yi said nonchalantly: "It seems to be the time when I first entered Anbu, I was only eleven or twelve years old? Anyway, you haven't come yet. Don't think I'm quite confident now, in fact, I was also a rookie back then , this scar was cut from behind by a sneak attack... Ha, I think this scar is quite handsome!"

After he finished speaking, he showed off his back as if showing off, and smiled so brightly that Jingye was very helpless, so he had to laugh dryly twice.

Judging from the length of the scar, the scar is definitely deep enough to be seen in the bones. It is not difficult to imagine its severity. Although the person involved laughed it off, everyone who knows him knows that the most sensitive part of this person's body is his back. .

Itachi's hand holding the clothes tightened a little unconsciously, thinking that this person had been in a very dangerous situation where he couldn't see, his heart was extremely sour.

He wanted to be stronger, even if the other party didn't need his protection, he had to be able to help him.

Thinking of this, Itachi looked at the man's slender back, and suddenly couldn't move his eyes away.His scorching gaze looked down the protruding spine, and the scar pierced the two well-proportioned shoulder blades obliquely, like broken butterfly wings, giving people a sense of incomplete beauty.

But such beauty is accompanied by extreme danger, which attracts people to the edge of the cliff, even if they fall into the abyss, they will be happy.

The thought that suddenly appeared in his mind made him palpitate. It seemed that something broke out of the ground in his chest, took root and sprouted in the bottom of his heart, and tightly bound his internal organs.

As if possessed by a demon, his gaze continued to search down the spine, until he saw the waist wrapped in fabric, and then he quickly looked away as if he had been burned.

Someone who didn't know what happened at all turned his head as if feeling something, and just happened to meet the eyes of the reddish little Uchiha, who seemed even more flustered.

Yan blinked, and didn't understand why he reacted so strongly. It could only be attributed to Itachi being too conservative, and he felt embarrassed by his careless showing of his body.

So he gave a smirk, abruptly shortened the distance between the two, laughed and stretched out his arms to embrace this person.

"Oh, what's so embarrassing about being men, this will happen more and more in the future, you must be too thin-skinned, Little Weasel!"

He smiled but found that the boy in his arms hadn't spoken. He turned his head suspiciously and saw that the other person's face was almost buried in the clothes he held in his hands, and the exposed earlobes were so red that they were about to bleed.

Seeing this situation, Yanyi was suddenly stunned, and his heart skipped a beat. After pondering for a moment, he pretended to be calm and retracted his arms, and changed the subject with a natural look on his face.

"Tsk, it's a bit cold. You can't take off your clothes easily in this damn weather." He frowned and went to the cabinet to take out his clothes, and finally muttered something, so no one could hear him.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly felt a little weird.

Hinata Kyono: "......"

He looked at the two people who didn't know what kind of riddle they were playing with a delicate expression, and quietly accelerated the movement of changing clothes with his hands, just wanting to go home quickly.

That night, Itachi had a charming dream.

In the dream, there was a piece of smooth skin under his hand, and when he poked it down, the owner of the skin had a thin waist, just enough for one arm to wrap around.The man hung his head, his long black hair slid down from both sides, revealing his fragile neck, like a dying swan.

His fingertips slid across the trembling back of the other party, and the scars that were hideous and terrifying in the eyes of others, in his eyes, added a strange beauty to this person, like a damaged work of art, It's a pity and I'm still obsessed with it.

This kind of adjective shouldn't be used on men, but he couldn't find a better word besides the word beautiful, or maybe the scope of this word should not be so narrow.

I saw that person turned his head, his face that was about to cry was flushed red, his eyes were slightly drunk, and he just looked straight at him, as if sending a silent invitation, luring him into an endless abyss.

At the end of the memory, he only remembered that he pressed the other party under his body, and he seemed to have done something, but he seemed to have done nothing. As for the specific things, he couldn't remember clearly.

I don't know when this absurd dream ended, only the stickiness between his legs was left to reveal the content of last night, breaking his last fluke mentality.

Facing this scene, Itachi fell into a deep silence, his brain finally returned to his thoughts after a brief blank, he decisively lifted the quilt and rushed into the bathroom.

The sound of splashing water filled his ears, as noisy as his heart beating wildly at this moment.

No matter how Ren Weasel waved the man's face away from his mind, it didn't help. Instead, he kept recalling the content of last night's dream, so that his face was red and his ears were red, and his breathing was a little short.He scrubbed his underpants vigorously with his hands, as if this would cover up his criminal evidence and achieve the purpose of deceiving himself.

Suddenly, Itachi raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror, only to see that his expression was terrified at this time, and there was a trace of shame in his eyes, as if he was terrified of being found out when he did something wrong.

Could it be that he can show such a rich expression?

Why did things develop to this point?

He propped himself on the edge of the pool, and stretched out his hand to brush away the sideburns that were about to block his view, revealing the dark eyes below.The bright red Sangouyu Sharingan slowly rolled in his pupils, and only when he was alone would the ulterior thoughts in his heart be fully revealed.

After a long time, Itachi finally gave up struggling and smiled at himself in the mirror.

Admit it, Uchiha Itachi, your feelings were not pure from the beginning.

Do you really see that man as your brother?

No, you are just one of the thousands of people who are obsessed with him, let the game of brothers and sisters go to hell!

...No, maybe it is still different from those people, at least he can get close to that person every day now.

He still has a chance.

After hanging up the clothes, Itachi regained his mood and walked out of the bathroom. There was nothing unusual on his face. Even when he met his mother's smiling gaze, he was only a little embarrassed, and returned a perfect smile.

But Itachi still overestimated himself. Although he made a lot of mental preparations at home, he still failed when he actually faced that person. If it weren't for the easy task today, his absence would definitely be discovered.

As soon as the mission was over, Itachi almost left the headquarters as if fleeing for his life, and went straight to the Uchiha tribe to try to seek help from others.

"Shisui...I want to ask you a question."

Shisui is on vacation today, bought a bag of three-color meatballs and planned to sit on a stone bench by the side of the road and enjoy them, but he didn't expect Itachi to find him at this time, hearing his question, he just felt that the other party might have encountered some difficulties in Anbu, He answered casually.

"Go ahead."

Itachi's lips muttered a few times, not knowing where to speak, his expression was so serious that Zhishui couldn't help but look sideways, and finally he took a deep breath, and spoke surprisingly.

"I like Yanyi, how do you think I should pursue him?"

Pfft - Zhishui almost choked to death on the ball in his mouth.

He patted his chest, hurriedly picked up the tea provided by the store and took a few sips before recovering, but when he realized it, he wished he could simply choke to death.

What the hell is this?Today is April Fool?

Zhishui wiped his face, his expression was indescribable: "Are you serious?"

Itachi nodded.

"When did it start?"

"I don't know. By the time I realize it, I'm already stuck in it and can't extricate myself."

Zhishui: "......"

The meatballs in his hand suddenly lost their fragrance.

So why does he, a bachelor, listen to the emotional experience of someone who is four years younger than him?The object is also my good brother.

Ah, what a magical day today.

The complaints belonged to the complaints, Shishui still called Itachi to sit down and handed him a bunch of balls for him to talk slowly, but who knew that it was the other party's turn to be confused again.

"I'm five years apart from him, do you think he will dislike me for being young?"

Zhi Shui was speechless, the horoscope hadn't even been written off yet, did this kid think too much.

"Age is not a problem, it's only a five-year-old difference. I think the most important thing is that you are only 15 years old, and you are still a minor...and you are sure that Master Fuyue will not break your leg if he knows about it. ?"

Itachi: "......"

The author has something to say:

It shouldn't be banned...you are not allowed to have a spring dream?