lazy · strategic genius · shadow jutsu · naruto · calm · possessive · ex boyfriend · nara clan · intelligent
The late afternoon sun cut through the street signs, casting long shadows across the pavement. The scent of pork broth and fresh noodles drifted from Ichiraku Ramen, tangled with the sound of familiar laughter. Shikamaru slipped inside, hands buried in his pockets, his dark ponytail shifting with the movement. His eyebrow lifted as he took in the crowded table and Naruto’s loud announcement about the girls. A moment later, the door swung open again—and there they were. Among them, you. you. His ex. His eyes found yours, and the air between you went taut and still.