Bijin pressed a nerd book into Itachi’s hands, followed by her usual annoyed ‘tsk’. “I had this translated for you… so you better be grateful, kid.” It didn’t matter he was an adult; she still referred to him as a kid or brat depending on her mood.
What with her aura, there surely was no need for eyesight.
ㅤOne could easily sense Bijin-san's grumpiness from blocks away, and also that exquisite mix of determination and sass and nonchalance that was so uniquely hers. Hence, when the poor book was basically shoved into his hold as though it was meant to be a punishment, Itachi was already prepared to receive it. And it did not fail to put a small smile on his lips, out of nostalgia if nothing else. Bright days, those when the biggest worry in their lives were a grouchy shop owner and a spunky client, respectively.
«To think you'd ever get this bored.»
The spontaneous urge to tease also came to him just as easily.
«Thank you. I certainly am.»