May I request the Uchiha with their girl getting cochlear implants so she can hear their voices for the first time? She's probably cry not gonna lie!
Madara
Madara is not an openly emotional man, but there is something about this moment that tugs at something deep inside of him. He sits beside her, arms crossed, his face unreadable, but his fingers are curled tighter than usual, betraying his impatience.
When the device is activated, when her breath hitches and her eyes widen, his entire body goes still. And then, when she turns to him, as if following a sound she’s never registered before—his voice—he exhales slowly.
-You're shaking,- he notes, voice steady, controlled. -Breathe, little one.-
But she isn't breathing. She is crying. Silent, overwhelmed tears that she doesn’t even try to hide. And when she reaches out for him blindly, fingers clenching at his sleeve, Madara does something uncharacteristic—he takes her hand in his, warm and solid, grounding her. His grip is firm, unyielding, as if anchoring her to the present.
-You hear me now, don’t you?- His voice is softer now, lower, meant for her ears alone. And when she nods, wiping at her tears with her free hand, he only gives her the barest trace of a smirk. -Good. I expect you to listen when I speak, then.-
Obito
Obito is the most impatient of them all. The second the device is activated, he’s already leaning forward, eager, watching every little shift in her expression. When her eyes go wide and she lets out a small, startled sound, his heart jumps.
-Oh shit—can you hear me?- His voice is loud, rushed, unfiltered. He’s never been good at controlling himself when emotions run high. -Say something! Can you—
He stops when he sees the tears streaming down her face. His throat tightens. She looks up at him, dazed, eyes wet, lips trembling, and for the first time, he realizes just how much this means to her.
-You’re crying…- He sounds almost awed, almost guilty for overwhelming her, but then she laughs, a shaky, disbelieving sound, and Obito loses all sense of restraint. He pulls her into a bone-crushing hug, holding her so tightly her feet almost leave the floor.
Damn it, don’t cry—shit, okay, you can cry, but— God, this is amazing. You’re amazing—damn, I can’t believe this. You can hear me. You can actually—
She nods against his shoulder, laughing through her tears, and Obito just holds her tighter. He doesn’t care who’s watching. She can hear him now, and that’s all that matters.
Shisui
Shisui is grinning even before the device is turned on, trying to keep the mood light, but beneath that easy smile, his fingers are tapping against his knee—a nervous habit.
When her hearing kicks in, he sees it in her face before she even reacts. The widening of her eyes, the sharp inhale, the way her lips part slightly. She’s completely overwhelmed.
-Whoa, hey—easy there, sweetheart.- His voice is soft, playful, but the warmth in it is unmistakable. -I know I have a great voice, but don’t go fainting on me now.-
She lets out a choked noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob, hands flying up to cover her mouth as tears spill down her cheeks. And just like that, his teasing falters.
-Ah—wait, no, don’t cry, you’ll break my heart!- He reaches out instinctively, brushing his thumbs across her cheeks, wiping away the tears before they can fall further. -You hearing me now? All this time, I’ve been talking your ear off, and now you actually get to suffer through it.-
She nods, sniffling, and Shisui grins. But this time, it’s softer. More tender.
-Welcome to the chaos, beautiful.
Itachi
Itachi watches in silence. He is composed, as always, but those who know him well would notice the slight stiffness in his posture, the tension in his jaw, the way his hands are carefully still in his lap.
When the device is activated, his breath holds. He sees it—the tremor in her fingers, the way she tilts her head, almost instinctively, as if trying to locate the sound. His sound.
-Can you hear me?- His voice is quiet, almost hesitant.
And then she turns to him—really turns to him. Eyes shimmering, lips parted in disbelief, breath trembling as she nods.
Itachi does not move, does not speak again, but something in his eyes softens. And then—very slowly, very gently—he reaches for her hand. Their fingers lace together, grounding her, steadying her.
-Good,- he murmurs at last, voice softer than she’s ever imagined. - (Y/N)... I have much to say.-
