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.











