Summary: Shikamaru gets hanahaki disease, something that, for any other person, he would have confessed, because he wasn't an idiot in some sad love story. Except he was, because he happened to fall for his only married friend.
A familiar wet and scratchy feeling bubbled up in his throat, he covered his mouth as he started to cough, quickly leaving the office. He could feel worried blue eyes follow him as he left, but that was hardly his concern. He hunched over the washroom sink and coughed violently, flecks of blood stark against the white porcelain. Once the coughing had settled, bleary brown eyes slowly opened to reveal prickly dandelions in a pool of blood.
"Troublesome." Shikamaru groaned, his voice gravelly as he cleaned up his mess. "Why did I have to have dandelions? Couldn't that troublesome hokage have represented a less prickly flower?" He complained in a whisper, washing his blood stained hands.
Hanahaki was a disease or unrequited love, one that was rare and nearly always fatal. Shikamaru knew what hanahaki was, the Nara's new many things, and being the clan head, Shikamaru knew at least a little about everything there was to know. Once his hands were clean, he took two steps to the door before sighing again. On his shakey feet, he pulled at the base medical jutsu he knew, pressing his hand against his chest to heal his scraped lungs.
He stepped out of his office and was instantly met with piercing blue eyes. God he needed a smoke. Shikamaru grabbed a pack off his desk and went to go outside. Before he could reach for the doorknob, a hand wrapped around his other wrist, and he almost jumped.
He whipped around, Naruto was so loud sometimes Shikamaru forgot how quiet and fast he could be. "You should stop smoking, Shikamaru, you keep coughing." The Nara would have been paying more attention, but he could feel the plants writhe in his chest at the contact. He quickly snapped out of it, ripping his hand away and dropping his cigarettes in the process.
"What…" he was cut off with a hard cough, the flowers seemingly displeased with the harsh gesture. "...troublesome." he glared at the blonde, who looked to be almost studying him, the corner of his lip gripped harshly
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