Prologue

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Shikamaru's POV

I step into the classroom with my bag hanging loosely on the side of my shoulder, I stand hunched slightly and walk lazily over to my seat. For whatever reason there's a bunch of people crowding around it like it's some sort of display case. I sigh out tiredly, I really don't get enough sleep for this. "Hey. What's going on?" I came towards my seat as one of my best friend's Choji, with chips in his hands, speaks, "Shikamaru, you've got a letter at your desk, any clue who it's from?"

I straightened myself, a letter? Maybe from a teacher? Or the Principal? No, it looks less formal and more, personal. I pick it up to examine it, I read the written words on the front of the envelope.

To Shikamaru Nara,
From your dear secret admirer♡

I sigh out heavily, I'm tired and now I've got to deal with this love letter, what a drag. Who could ever even be interested in someone as lazy and unmotivated as me? I chuckle dryly, it's got to be a prank, maybe from Naruto? No, he's not completely stupid, but he knows me better than to think I'd fall for this. I hear the bell ring so I sit down in my seat and await for instructions, deciding I'll read it after school.

Despite my slight disdain for the letter the moment the final bell rung I raced out quickly, I quickly tore it open as I stood by my locker. It was in a delicate and lovely handwriting.

Dear Shikamaru, I know you aren't one interested in romance, but I just wanted to at least get these feelings off my chest.

Anyways, I've like you for a long time! It is quite surprising that you hadn't figured it out either, I guess not all smarts are the same, huh?

That aside, I decided in each letter I'd write one thing that I like about you, so for this one I suppose it would be best to say your funny pineapple hair, it is spiky, yet I imagine it would feel soft when it is not put up.

Alright, that's enough for one letter, the next one's will be much shorter, goodbye Shikamaru.

-Your Secret Admirer♡

I looked it over thoroughly, there wasn't any defining handwriting that I knew anyone to have. I sighed, folding it back up and placing it in my bag, what a drag. One more thing I'd have to deal with. I got turned, going home ready to think on this new predicament I've found myself in. Hopefully this secret admirer would get bored of me? A guy can only hope.

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