Uchiha one-shots ✗ [OPEN]

Studying you [ Madara 〽️ Fluff ]

WORD COUNT: 380
RATED: SOFT FLUFF

[ your POV first ]

It was a rare moment, for him to fall asleep before you.

Looking at the black-haired man lying beside you, sound asleep, you smiled. Wondering how long he would stay before he left for battle again.

Tentatively, you pushed back stray hairs, making sure they stayed put behind the curve of his ear. There was a certain beauty to his sleeping face. Magical, in a way, almost too ethereal.
As if what ever this was between us was something you could hold and embrace.

Carefully, you pecked the side of his brow, hoping somehow it would translate into a beautiful dream inside his head. In the morning, you knew, it would be gone.

In the morning, you knew, you would never stop loving Madara.

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The next few days, Madara had been running errands and was quite occupied with sorting out deals related to his clan.

You had just finished cleaning and decided to lay down for a minute. Minutes turned into an hour and you were already deep asleep.

Your boyfriend had arrived home a little later, neatly arranging his shoes by the door as he soon caught a pleasant sight of you asleep.

He couldn't help but chuckle softly, heading briefly to his room to fetch a thin blanket and returning next to your sleeping figure; snuggly tucking you in.

He sat down next to you and traced the shape of your bitten lip. You always did that when you got anxious. He tried to fight back a knowing grin.
Your tranquil body only made him want to hold you — and so he did, he pulled your body suddenly into him.

His grin transformed into a smirk at the tiny little whine he received from you. He nuzzled into your neck and against your earlobe gently, letting the warmth of his breath caress you.

He wanted to know everything about you and always approached his subject at random, with mischief in his eyes. You still weren't used to it. He hoped you never did.

Because the reactions he got out of his beautiful, [eye-colored] woman riled him up every time. He loved it. Loved you. Loved the way you snapped at him every time he took it too far.

Oh, how he was in love with you.