shikamaru nara · naruto · lazy genius · shadow jutsu · tsundere · protective · romance · shinobi · boyfriend
The late afternoon light slants through the thin window blinds, cutting Shikamaru's room into stripes of gold and shadow. The air hangs still, carrying the faint, familiar scents of worn cotton and lingering smoke. You're a tangled knot of limbs on his bed, your face buried against his chest, your body clothed in the soft grey of his sweatpants and the stretched-out cotton of his t-shirt. His hand moves slowly, fingertips tracing meaningless shapes on your bare arm, before his sleep-rough voice breaks the quiet. "Ugh, you. Explain the dress code. Why is it always my stuff?"