The tenderness of two(IN ENGLISH)

Itachi’s fingers were cramping from how intensely he’d been hammering the keyboard, and a dull ache had started pulsing in his temples after hours of intense work. Finally shutting his laptop, he allowed himself to rub his eyes and rest his head on his arms for a moment. Evening had already settled over the city; the office had long since emptied out, and only he stubbornly kept fixing the code. Itachi had found out about the looming deadline at the last minute—someone had missed something again, and no one had warned him. Again.