[Madara Uchiha x reader]
Modern!AU
It had started with a barely-noticeable tickle on your fingertips, one day like any other, when your hand had involuntarily brushed his. A simple touch, so innocent, and yet spurring such unexpected reactions throughout your body. A chill had rolled up your spine, freezing you to the core as goosebumps spread all over your skin. You had shivered ever so slightly, suddenly overwhelmed with uncontrollable emotions–all of which twirled like a whirlwind in your mind, messing with it and consequently drawing a stunned expression on your features.
Mentally, you had shaken your head; pushed those thoughts away – you were overthinking it, you thought.
But then, his eyes had caught yours – wide, shadowed by intense emotions. They had burned into your soul, setting on a fire within you. You heart had skipped a beat, two even; and the flames had propelled through your veins, touching every inch of your body and painting your face a dark shade of red.
Something had changed that day, and Madara had made sure to tease you in every possible way whenever you two were together. Apparently – much to your dismay –, he found your reactions funny enough to do his best until you became a wreck of nerves.
Now, a comfortable silence surrounded the room, only broken by the soft humming coming from you as you calmly stirred the rice. The manor was strangely quiet that afternoon, what with Izuna lying sick in bed and his older brother nowhere to be seen–probably, you guessed, strolling through the woods which surrounded the compound.
And for that, you were partly relieved.
With a placid sigh, you stirred the rice again.
“Smells good.”
The wooden spoon clattered on the floor as you let out a strangled scream of surprise, then took a unconscious step backwards. Had it not been because he was standing right behind, the movement would have led to a hard, awkward landing. Your back hit his chest in a fleeting moment, before you sidestepped and glared at his smirking face.
“Give me a heart attack, why don’t you?”
You kicked the fallen spoon away, took another one and turned back towards the rice. Your hair stood on end, and a shiver crawled up your spine upon catching sight of Madara’s head as he leaned over your shoulder to get a closer look at the food. His cheek graced yours, his lips twitched into a knowing smirk–you cursed your hands for shaking in obvious nervousness.
“It does smell good, though,” he whispered in a low, husky voice that sent chills through your body.
“Tastes even better,” you replied boldly, eliciting a chuckle from him.
His eyes darkened then, and he gave you a long stare before moving away and putting some distance between the both of you.
“I bet,” he murmured, and your face turned crimson red when he added, “But I wasn’t referring to the rice.”
And there you were left; standing like a sack of nerves, blushing madly and cursing his guts as he walked out, looking extremely pleased with himself.
