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HiHi! Love your work so much <3 can I ask for yandere-uchihas hcs when they taking care of a sick s/o?

Yandere Uchihas taking care of a sick s/o

headcanons <3

includes: Madara, Obito, Itachi and Sasuke !

A/N: First Ask!!! And I am SO sorry that I took so long answering </3

Madara

The second you so much as sneeze, cough, or look remotely exhausted, Madara declares that you are sick and must be cared for immediately. You try to tell him it’s just a minor cold, but he’s already ordering his men to clear the room, locking you away in his personal quarters like you’ve been struck with the plague.

No one is allowed near you. Not even a medic. He refuses to trust anyone else with your care, convinced that they will make mistakes or somehow worsen your condition. If medical attention is needed, he will either figure it out himself or force the medic to give him instructions—while making it very clear that failure is not an option.

Madara does not ask you to rest—he commands it. You are not allowed to get up, move around, or do anything other than focus on getting better. If you so much as try to stand, he physically stops you, placing a heavy hand on your shoulder and pushing you back into bed like it’s nothing. “Do not make me repeat myself,” he warns, and the sharpness in his tone leaves no room for argument.

Expect bitter herbal teas, strict diets, and absolute control over everything you consume. He personally ensures that you eat enough, drink the medicine he prepares (even if it tastes horrible), and rest properly. Refusing food or medicine is not an option. He will stare you down, unblinking, until you give in, or, if necessary, force the spoon to your lips himself.

He does not leave your side. Even when you are asleep, you can feel the weight of his presence—watching, monitoring, making sure you are still breathing properly. If you wake up in the middle of the night, feverish and confused, he is already there, pressing a damp cloth to your forehead, his gaze sharp and calculating.

If your condition worsens, even slightly, he does not handle it well. His patience grows razor-thin, and though he never raises his voice, there is a dangerous edge to it, as if he is barely restraining himself from losing control. “You will recover,” he states, as if sheer force of will alone can bend reality to his demands.

Even after you recover, expect more restrictions. You are now considered even more fragile than before, and he refuses to take any chances. Your daily routine will be adjusted to prevent “unnecessary strain,” and you will find yourself under even closer watch.

Obito

Panic. The moment you show any sign of sickness, Obito completely unravels. His mind immediately jumps to the worst-case scenario, and suddenly, he is gripping your shoulders, his voice frantic and uneven. “You’re going to be okay, right? You promise?”

He is overly attentive to an extreme degree. You are wrapped in so many blankets you can barely move, forced to drink tea every five minutes, and not allowed to so much as lift a finger. If you try to do something yourself, he physically stops you, looking at you like you just tried to jump off a cliff.

He refuses to leave your side. At all. He does not sleep, does not eat properly—his only concern is you. His exhaustion is obvious in the dark circles under his eyes, in the way his hands tremble slightly as he presses a damp cloth to your forehead. But if you ask him to rest, he just shakes his head. “I’m fine. I just need to make sure you’re okay.”

If your condition worsens, he completely breaks down. Tears build in his eyes, his hands tightening around yours as if he can physically anchor you to reality. He begs you to stay strong, to fight the sickness, as if sheer willpower alone can keep you safe.

The thought of losing you is too much for him to bear. He holds onto you as if you might disappear at any moment, whispering desperate reassurances. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I swear. I won’t let you go.”

Once you recover, you realize something terrifying—Obito is even more attached to you than before. He does not let you out of his sight for long, and the way he holds you, the way he clings to you as if you might disappear, makes it clear: he is never letting go.

Itachi

Itachi notices you’re sick before you do. Before you even have the chance to acknowledge that you feel unwell, he is already adjusting your routine—guiding you to bed, handing you tea, making sure you’re comfortable. He does not demand that you rest—he simply makes it impossible for you to do anything else.

His control is quiet but absolute. He does not force you to stay in bed, but every time you try to get up, he is already there, gently pressing a hand to your forehead and saying, “You should rest a little longer.” His tone is so soft, so irresistibly soothing, that you don’t even realize you’re being manipulated into compliance.

He does everything for you—preparing your meals, adjusting your blankets, making sure you take your medicine on time. You don’t have to ask for anything; he anticipates your needs before you voice them, always one step ahead.

His presence is inescapable. He does not smother you like Madara, but there is never a moment where you are truly alone. If he is not sitting at your bedside, reading or watching over you, he is just outside the room, ensuring that nothing disturbs you.

If you try to protest, insisting that you’re fine and don’t need to be treated like a fragile doll, he only offers you a small, knowing smile. “You don’t have to be strong right now,” he murmurs, brushing your hair away from your face. “Just let me take care of you.”

Should you resist too much, you will be met with something far worse than anger—disappointment. His gaze becomes unbearably sad, his voice even softer. “You don’t trust me?” he asks, and the guilt is immediate, crushing. Suddenly, you are the one apologizing, even though you did nothing wrong.

Once you recover, you notice something different. Itachi seems even more attentive, even more watchful than before. It’s as if your sickness served as a reminder that you can be taken from him, and he is now even more determined to ensure that never happens.

Sasuke

The moment you so much as cough, Sasuke is on high alert. He won’t say anything at first—just watches you carefully, his eyes narrowing every time you sniffle or clear your throat. When you finally admit you’re not feeling well, he acts like he knew it all along. “You should’ve told me sooner.” His tone is sharp, but there’s a tension in his shoulders that gives him away. He hates seeing you like this. More than that, he hates the thought of something hurting you.

From that point on, you’re not lifting a finger. Sasuke won’t allow it. He makes sure you’re lying down, tucked beneath the blankets, and he doesn’t care if you argue—his word is final. If you so much as try to get up, he’s already there, pressing a cool hand against your forehead before effortlessly pushing you back down. “You’re staying in bed.” His voice is calm, but there’s no room for negotiation.

He’s not the most nurturing person, but he takes care of you in his own way. He makes sure you’re drinking enough water, forcing the cup into your hands even if you insist you’re fine. If you need medicine, he’ll practically shove it in your mouth himself. And if you refuse to eat? He doesn’t say anything—just sits beside you, staring until you finally give in. He knows what’s best for you, and he’ll make sure you listen.

Sasuke won’t leave your side, not even for a second. If anyone tries to check on you, he shuts them down immediately. “They don’t need visitors.” His voice is cold, his grip on the door tight. No one else gets to take care of you. No one else gets to see you this vulnerable. It’s his responsibility, his problem to fix.

At night, when he thinks you’re asleep, he allows himself to soften—just a little. His fingers brush against your forehead, checking for any lingering warmth. His jaw clenches as he watches your chest rise and fall. The thought of losing you—even to something as small as a fever—twists something deep inside him. He won’t let it happen. He’ll keep you safe, no matter what.

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Naruto characters n how they show their devotion to you.

tw Yandere-ish <3

include: sasuke, naruto, itachi, kakashi, gaara,

Uchiha Sasuke

- unspoken, inescapable devotion

Sasuke does not say it aloud. He does not need to. The depth of his devotion is written in the way his gaze lingers half a second longer than it should, in the way his presence shifts almost imperceptibly to stand closer to you, in the way your name forms in his mind before he can think of anything else.

He does not understand how it happened—how you managed to carve a place for yourself within him so effortlessly. But now that you are there, he cannot dislodge you. It frustrates him, this quiet tether, this unshakable attachment that follows him even into battle, even into his darkest thoughts. You have become a constant, a presence woven into his every breath.

He is not soft, nor does he seek to smother you with affection. But if you were to fall, he would catch you before you even realized you were slipping. If you were to call for him, he would be there before the sound had finished leaving your lips. And if you were ever to leave, you would take something from him that he would never be able to replace.

He does not say it. But you must know.

Uzumaki Naruto

- open, unbreakable devotion

Naruto does not love in halves. He does not know how. When he cares for someone, it is with his entire being, without hesitation, without restraint. You are no exception.

His devotion is in the way he looks for you first in a crowded room, in the way he saves you the last bite of his favorite food, in the way your happiness has become as important to him as his own. He does not try to hide it—why would he? He wants you to know. Wants you to understand that no matter where you go, no matter what happens, he is there. Always.

There is no condition to it. No expectation of anything in return. He simply is, unwavering in the way he chooses you, again and again, without question. He will stand beside you for as long as you allow him to, and even if the world were to collapse, even if you pushed him away, he would wait. Because he is yours, and there is nothing in this life or the next that could change that.

Uchiha Itachi

- quiet, thoughtful devotion

Itachi is deliberate in all things, and his devotion to you is no different. He does not need grand gestures, nor does he need to speak of it—his care is in the details, in the things he does without needing to be asked.

It is in the way he ensures you never walk on the outer edge of a path. In the way he subtly shifts conversations away from topics he knows you dislike. In the way he listens—not just to your words, but to what you don’t say, to the emotions behind them, to the truths you think you’ve hidden.

He is not possessive, nor does he demand space in your life. But he is there, always. A steady, unwavering presence that remains even when the rest of the world feels uncertain. And if you were to turn to him, to ask for anything, he would give it without hesitation. Not because he must, but because it is you. And there is nothing he would not do for you.

Hatake Kakashi

- reluctant, unshakable devotion

Kakashi does not want to feel this way. He does not want to care for someone so deeply, to tether himself to something fragile and fleeting. But it is already too late.

You are in his thoughts without invitation, lingering in the quiet spaces of his mind, creeping into moments where he least expects you. He catches himself looking for you before he even realizes he is doing it. He tells himself it is habit, something simple, something meaningless. But it is not. It is something far heavier.

He will never say it, never admit how much space you have taken within him. But his actions betray him. He will place himself between you and harm before you even notice the threat. He will remember things you mentioned only in passing, bringing them up months later as if they were never forgotten. He will ensure you are safe, cared for, protected, even if it costs him everything.

It is not something he will ever ask you to see. But it is there, in every quiet act, in every unspoken promise. And whether you know it or not, he will always choose you.

Gaara

- deep, instinctive devotion

Gaara does not have the words for it. This feeling. This need to have you near, to know that you are safe, to ensure that nothing in this world can ever take you from him.

It is not desperation, nor is it obsession. It is simply fact, as undeniable as the sand beneath his feet. He exists, and you exist, and that is all that has ever mattered.

His devotion is not something he voices. He does not shower you with words of affection, does not seek to make himself known in loud declarations. But he is there. A constant, unshakable presence. If you are tired, he will notice before you do. If you are troubled, he will not ask, but he will stay. If you are in danger, there will be no hesitation, no thought—only action.

You are the only softness he allows himself, the only warmth he has ever known. And if you were ever to leave, if you were ever to slip from his grasp, he is not sure he would know how to exist in the empty space you left behind.