The first knock-the sound of a voice-made Itachi raise his eyes, dark and full of mild irritation, to the intruder. The body that occupied the space of his office reminded him that he'd missed a very important detail.
He'd left the door unlocked.
Great. This was all he needed. Some kid wandering into his office with, god forbid, questions. Or needs that he would have to cater to. Or, worse than that, an interest in learning that would infringe on his quiet office time.
Itachi settled his pen on his desk and sat up in his chair, folding his hands on his desk. "Can I help you?"
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