Shisui juggled the items in his arms as he reached to ring the doorbell. It had been a hectic day of shopping what with his God son's arrival throwing him off a little. Now he came bearing gifts for both the men of the house, and a far lighter wallet.
It was a strange feeling, one where he knew Shisui wouldn’t miss his birthday, and another where in his heart, he held on to the belief that he wasn’t worthy of such acknowledgement.
These were emotions that would always be in conflict with one another.
Yet Itachi greeted his best friend warmly, knowing that it was Shisui’s tuft of tousled hair behind those packages.
“Shisui, you’re here early. To what do I owe this pleasure?”
It wouldn’t hurt to tease him a little.
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