Random Anime Oneshots

Shikamaru x Reader

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honestly think this is one of my favorites

The Nara clan forest was quiet that afternoon, cicadas buzzing lazily in the distance, the air thick with the smell of grass warmed by sunlight. A few white clouds drifted lazily across the blue sky — Shikamaru's ideal nap conditions.

It should have been peaceful.

Should have.

If not for you.

"Shikaaa~," you called, plopping down beside him in the grass.

He cracked open one eye, already sighing. "Troublesome. Don't you see I'm in the middle of something very important here?"

"You're sleeping."

"Exactly." His voice was flat, final, as if the argument were already settled.

You leaned on one elbow, grinning. "Don't you want to do something? It's such a nice day."

"I am doing something. I'm appreciating the nice day... unconscious."

You snorted. "That doesn't count."

Shikamaru rolled to his side, turning his back toward you. "Yes it does."

Not satisfied, you poked his shoulder. Then his cheek. Then, when he refused to budge, you poked his forehead.

"Y/N." His voice was low, warning.

"Yes?" you asked innocently.

"If you don't stop, I'll use Shadow Possession just to glue you to the ground."

You gasped dramatically. "You'd trap me? Your beloved, sweet, innocent partner?"

"You're none of those things right now," he muttered, but you caught the tiny twitch of his lips — the almost-smile.

Satisfied that you were cracking him, you lay down flat on your stomach so your face hovered above his. "What if I told you I'm bored?"

"What if I told you I'm sleepy?"

You grinned. "Then I guess we're at an impasse."

Shikamaru closed his eyes, pretending you didn't exist. His breathing evened, slow and steady, and for a moment you thought he might've actually fallen asleep. But mischief was already brewing in your head.

You whispered, "Shika."

"...What now?" he groaned without opening his eyes.

"Do you think birds ever get tired of flying?"

His brows pinched. "...Y/N."

"Yes?"

"Go to sleep."

Another beat of silence. Then, softer this time: "Shika."

His patience was visibly thinning. "What?"

"Your hair looks like a pineapple."

That cracked his lazy mask. Both eyes opened, his glare half-hearted at best. You were already grinning ear to ear.

He groaned and flopped onto his back again. "You're impossible."

"And you love it," you chirped.

He didn't respond — but he didn't deny it either. Instead, he reached out, caught your wrist just as you tried to poke him again, and tugged you down beside him.