"Brother Shisui, you... yesterday..."
Uchiha Itachi's face was filled with worry, unsure whether he should ask.
With his keen eyesight, he instantly spotted several faded bloodstains on the other man's chest.
It was hard to imagine who could have been strong enough to injure him!
"How about we go to the hospital and have it checked out!"
Following Itachi's gaze, Uchiha Shisui also noticed the bloodstains on his chest.
But he did not take them to heart. After all, this was the price he had paid for rashly attacking Lord Hokage.
"It's fine. Just a minor injury—it's completely healed now!"
Uchiha Shisui touched his chest and spoke in a thoroughly unconcerned tone.
"You should... still get it checked out!"
Itachi clenched the hem of Shisui's clothes, the concern on his face nearly spilling over.
Shisui could only reassure him again and again that he was fine. Only then did Itachi reluctantly let the matter drop, though he remained half-convinced.
At that moment, Shisui, who had been hungry all day, spotted several leftover skewers of dango on the table and picked them up to eat without ceremony.
Seeing Itachi merely staring blankly beside him, he instinctively held the half-eaten dango in his hand up to Itachi's mouth.
"Eat, Itachi! Don't just let me eat alone! This place you picked tastes great. We can come here more often from now on."
Seeing that Itachi was still hesitant, Shisui moved it closer.
He watched him open his mouth, chew, and swallow.
In Shisui's eyes, this might have been nothing more than an ordinary older brother feeding his younger brother.
But to Itachi, the gesture took on an entirely different meaning.
They had never done anything so intimate before.
Itachi felt that Shisui had changed, that he was somehow different from before.
Yet he