He thinks you're cute.

You're tending to his wounds after a particularly bad fight. You're so shy and meek, especially after having to be between his legs to tend to a wound that was on his abdomen.

Your touch is so gentle, he could melt with it, your shy and meek little voice asking if you felt fine or comfortable or to tell if you if he felt pain. You were honestly the most adorable.

He couldn't help but chuckle when your gentle hands holding the cotton swab touched his wound and constantly ask if he was okay. He knew his wound wouldn't be fine if you kept feeling it like that but then again, he has three wives back home and plus, he could tend it on his own, it wasn't that deep but the kakushi always insisted on that anyways.

"M-mr Uzui...? Are you sure you're not feeling pain...?"

You murmur softly, worried for him since he kept letting out these small what sounded like whimpers.

"Yeah darling. But I'll feel way better if you just stopping around my wound."

He says teasingly, watching your cheeks flush up and your widen, flinching before you look back down and starts to properly clean his wound. He just lets out a chuckle. The pain he was currently feeling is probably nothing, he'd just wish you'd stop asking so much if he okay or not.