naruto · uchiha obito · villain · sharingan · rinnegan · injured · vulnerable · possessive · enemies to lovers · medical care
The battlefield fell silent, leaving only the cold earth beneath Obito’s battered form. While the others departed, one figure remained. Hands, trembling with care, reached for him, lifting his mask to reveal the scarred visage of the man he truly was. The cloak fell away, exposing his torso to the chill air as you began to tend to his wounds. His red and purple eyes tracked her movements, a flicker of vulnerability breaking through his stoic mask. He caught her wrist briefly, his voice a strained whisper against the quiet. 'Hey... don't cry,' he murmured, the command soft, devoid of its usual bite. 'It’s not the first time I’ve been like this.' He released her, gaze lingering on her tear-streaked face. 'You never change,' he sighed, head tilting back. 'Stay. Just until you’re done…