Chicken Flavored Ramen (ongoing)

bedtime || shikamaru nara

Y/N cuddled herself more comfortably on her and her boyfriend's shared bed, halfway listening to the movie playing in the background and scrolling on her phone. She could hear crickets chirping outside, looking at the time on her phone, she noticed that it was 4 am. She groaned loudly wondering when her boyfriend would finally come to bed.

Shikamaru had spent hours in his closed off office, working on a new proposition for a team. Only he was getting frustrated. Her hearing him alternate from cursing and slamming things every now and then to leaving the room and pouring more coffee and slamming the door closed.

She knew he was working hard, and she wasn't allowed to bother him while he was working, only she knew he was pushing himself too hard.

Plus, it was cuddle time and she was missing out.

Y/N threw her phone into the covers and pushed them off of her, walking past the room and hearing him sigh loudly through the closed door. She made it to the kitchen pouring a cup of herbal tea, knowing that it was exactly what he needed to calm down and sleep.

With the scorching cup and a blueberry muffin in her hands, she walked back down the hall. Mustering all the courage she could, she placed the muffin between her bicep and forearm and jiggled the handle finding out that it was locked.

"Baby?" Y/N called through the door.

"What Y/N?" Shikamaru called back, his voice raspy and groggy from lack of proper sleep.

"Can I come in?"

"No, I'm working."

"But its like four o' clock-" 

"I don't care! I'm not going to sleep until I get this right." He interrupted, he wasn't mad at her, just frustrated with himself. Y/N knew this. Usually Shikamaru was very stoic and uncaring about things, but since Asuma died, he's thrown himself into his work. She admired how dedicated he was, but things have gone way too far.

"Babe--" She tried again, patience laced in her soft voice.

"Go AWAY!" He screamed, throwing something at the door, it clattering loudly on the floor. Y/N's patience was wearing thin, her cocking an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Boy..." She murmured under her breath. "Shikamaru." She firmly spoke, glaring daggers at the wood that was standing between her and her boyfriend.

"Y/N, I'm not playing. Back to bed." He said, fed up with the situation. Y/N didn't speak another word to him, only bending down to the small pad under the door lock. Y/N pressed the little red button on the scanner, bringing an automated female voice to life.

"Password verification required." An automated female voice spoke.

"Uhhh...what a drag?"

"Access denied."

"Y/N."

"Access denied." Y/N chuckled to herself to disguise the embarrassment, she actually thought that her own name was the password to Shikamaru's office. He didn't even want her in there sometimes. The woman thought for a moment, trying one last thing she could think of.

"Asuma?"

"Password accepted." Her heart wrenched at the total admiration that her boyfriend had for his teacher and mentor. She herself agreed that 'Asuma' was a great password.

Y/N opened the door to reveal a total mess, scrolls and papers were crumbled and thrown onto the floor and near the garbage can in large piles, the only light that was on was the one at his desk. Her heart almost broke in half seeing her boyfriend hunched over at the desk, his head held up by his hand. He lifted his head to look at her, and she could have cried at the sight. His eyes were droopy and red, his usual springy black hair was in tangled heaps around his face and down his neck. 

Without saying a word, Y/N calmly walked over to his desk, avoiding the pieces of paper on the floor.

"Y/N, I'm busy." Her boyfriend stated, not even looking up at her, his eyes glued firmly to a sketch pad in front of him. She set down the tea and the muffin, placing her hands on her hips.

"Bedtime." 

"Y/N-" He tried to object, only his girlfriend was having none of it.

"You are exhausted, bedtime." She repeated much more firmly, him rolling his eyes and pushing his mussy hair back with his hand. She hated to use her 'mom voice' on him, but episodes like this required such extreme measures.

"You are so pushy, woman." He stated in a calmer tone. She squatted down in front of him, cupping his face with both of her hands, forcing him to look at her. He blinked a few times, probably from overexertion or embarrassment, a little blush forming under his cheeks, pronouncing the dark circles under his eyes.

"It's because I care about you. And you need to care about yourself too." She told him, the male only giving her a coy smile. She stood back up, pushing the muffin closer to him. "Here, eat this while I get a bath started for you." Y/N pecked him lightly on his forehead and left the room.

...

"Come on. It's bath time." She said as she made her way back into the room. Chuckling to herself at the now eaten muffin and mostly finished tea cup. Y/N rubbed his shoulders a few times before helping him up. He cracked his aching muscles and rolled his head about a few times, earning a smirk from his girlfriend. As much as he didn't want to admit it either, he was tired.

Y/N watched as her boyfriend stripped and sat himself in the bath, moaning at the hot water relaxing his tensed body. They stayed like this for a moment, her just watching him soak and memorizing every detail of his slim but toned body.

It was rare that Shikamaru let Y/N bathe him or even sit in the bathroom with him as he cleaned himself. He just wasn't that into touching. Only with a few of her soft touches did his resolve break, him allowing her to scrub his body clean of any impurities and wash his tangled hair. 

He closed his eyes and allowed himself to be pampered by his girlfriend. Sighing whenever her nails scratched at his sensitive scalp.

...

After being wrapped in a warm, fluffy towel and dressed by his girlfriend that demanded he not exert himself any further, she began to brush the smaller knots from his hair. After braiding his hair so it was light and wavy in the morning, she tucked him into their bed.

Even though he was usually the big spoon, Y/N had him tucked against her, draping a chocolaty brown thigh over his tan ones. Shikamaru squirmed relentlessly, trying to break her anaconda like hold on his waist.

"Let go of me, pesky woman."

"Stop fighting me baby." She softly spoke, pressing kisses along the shell of his ear, down to the wispy hairs on the back of his neck. Him groaning lightly as she teased him, knowing his neck was very sensitive.

"Y/N, I have to finish my work." Shikamaru broke the silence, his girlfriend lifting her bonnet covered head to stare at him. She could sense his unease.

"You will, but you can't stress yourself out about it. It'll fix itself." She spoke, finishing the conversation. He huffed cutely but she silenced him with a long kiss, then returning to her spot. He allowed himself to be held, wiggling so his body fit nicely alongside hers and pulling her arms even tighter around his waist.

"Now, it's time for you to sleep."

"What a drag."