Shikamarus pov
I looked around for neji. I mean he's gotta be around here somewhere. He was just here a second ago! Tch so troublesome.
My thoughts were cut off by a soft sobbing sound coming from the storage closet. I took a peak inside to see neji hugging his knees crying.
I walked inside and took a seat next to the boy. He was crying too hard to even notice me. I sighed and tapped him on the shoulder.
He jumped in surprise "shikamaru?"
"yep it's me" I sighed "wanna tell me why you're sitting in a storage closet crying?"
His eyes lowered to the ground "I just freaked out when you all saw my body"
"why?" I raised an eyebrow.
"because my body's all weird!" he yelled with tears in his eyes "I've got these feminine hips and curvy waist. Lee's right. I'll never be a real man" he looked away in shame.
I see so he's insacure about his body. I get why going to a spa would be anxiety inducing.
"don't be so hard on yourself" I smiled gently at him "there's nothing wrong with your body. I actually think it's quite beautiful"
"really?" he looked up at me hopefully.
"Well I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true" I muttered, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
He suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist "thanks you shikamaru" he muttered into my chest.
"heh no problem kid" I chuckled as I petted his head.
Maybe this trip wasn't a complete waste of time...
