HEYYY!!
Would it be possible to request the uchihas (especially obito, itachi and indra) reacting to finding out that their S/O, who’s usually too shy to initiate anything, snuggling up to them every night when she thinks they are asleep but they are still awake to witness it?
Hello!!! Yup
Indra
The night was heavy with silence, save for the restless rustle of the trees beyond the window.
Indra lay still, his breathing even, his body carved into the mattress like stone. He was always so composed—even in sleep, or at least pretending to be.
He felt it before he saw it: the faintest shift of the blankets, the tender brush of fingers, uncertain, lingering at the hem of his sleeve as if asking permission.
And then, slowly, she came closer.
(Y/N) pressed herself lightly against his side, heart hammering so loudly he was sure she would wake him—if he had been sleeping.
A delicate cheek rested against his arm, breath feathering warm over his skin. She stayed like that, barely daring to breathe, her small hand curled timidly against his chest where the fabric of his robe opened.
Indra didn’t move.
Didn’t speak.
He only opened his eyes, barely a crack, to witness the way she clung to him in the shadows—so carefully, so shyly, as if afraid the gods themselves would punish her for such audacity.
The corner of his mouth, unseen by her, curved into the faintest smile.
Without a word, his hand found hers in the dark, fingers lacing through her trembling ones with a firm, silent claim.
He would let her think she had gotten away with it—for now.
Obito
The blankets were a tangled mess, the air warm from too much tossing and turning.
Obito lay on his side, paying attention. He heard her creeping closer across the futon.
(Y/N) hesitated just at the edge, a ball of nerves and fidgeting hands. She kept glancing at him, waiting, maybe expecting him to stir. But he didn’t. He stayed perfectly still, breathing heavy, biting the inside of his cheek to suppress a smile.
Slowly, carefully, she scooted closer.
A small, shy body bumped against his back first, then a soft arm looped awkwardly around his waist, half-hearted, as if she might still dart away if he so much as twitched.
Obito’s heart exploded inside his chest.
He had to clench his fists against the urge to roll over and smother her in kisses.
Instead, he let her think he was deep asleep, even as every nerve ending in him lit up from her touch.
And when she finally relaxed—face nuzzled into the curve of his spine, fingers curled into the loose fabric of his shirt—he grinned into the pillow like an idiot.
Tomorrow, he promised himself.
Tomorrow he was going to tease her so badly about it.
But tonight... tonight he would stay still and savor every second.
Itachi
The room was dim, the oil lamp burning low, casting thin shadows across the walls.
Itachi lay with his eyes closed, perfectly still. Only his mind was wide awake, sharp, attentive—as it always was when (Y/N) was near.
He heard her shifting.
The hesitant shuffle of her steps across the tatami. The barely audible gasp when she tripped over the loose fold of the blanket he’d carelessly thrown aside.
She froze, probably thinking she’d woken him.
Itachi kept his breathing slow, even, feigning sleep.
Then, he felt it—the whisper of her presence, hovering uncertainly at the edge of his futon.
A pause.
A soft, trembling sigh.
And finally, she lay down beside him.
Not close enough to touch—no, she would never be that bold—but just near enough that he could feel the faint brush of warmth from her body.
Itachi opened his eyes just a sliver, watching through lowered lashes as she shifted again, a little closer this time, pressing her forehead lightly against his shoulder as if seeking an anchor.
His chest ached.
Slowly, very slowly, without breaking the fragile moment, Itachi turned his hand under the covers, finding hers with blind, gentle fingers. He squeezed once—brief, reassuring—before letting her believe he was still deep in dreams.
(Y/N) stilled in surprise.
And then, very carefully, she melted against him with a tiny sigh of relief.
Itachi closed his eyes fully this time, allowing himself the rare peace of having her so near, wrapped in the quiet devotion she thought he could not see.
