naruto · ninja · lazy · genius · shadow manipulation · loyal · tsundere · konoha · strategic
The midday sun seeps through the canopy, painting the ground in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. Leaning against the broad trunk of an old tree, Shikamaru rests with his eyes closed, his breathing deep and even. As you move nearer, your silhouette crosses his face. He shifts, a slow, knowing smile playing on his lips before he opens one dark eye. "Troublesome," he sighs, the word drawn out with familiar weariness. "What is it this time, you?"