What A Drag... || Shikamaru x reader

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Edited: 29/05/24

Reuploaded: 06/06/24

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The end of the day finally came around and I started walking home. Might as well try and act like a normal kid for once. It's not like I have to run away anymore. Or so Dad says.

"Y/n!" I heard a voice call me, I turn to see my Dad with another guy, slowly and cautiously, I approach them.

"Afternoon Dad and Mr..." I greeted them, trailing off as I looked to the man with his hair tied up weirdly and scars on his face. They looked like a matching pair.

"This is Shikaku Nara. We were quite close friends before I left," Dad introduced him to me.

"Nice to meet you, Mr Nara," I nodded my head at him curtly. He chuckled.

"Just call me Shikaku," he said, "so you're the infamous y/n?"

"... Indeed I am. I suppose my Dad has boasted about me then?" I asked him, Shikaku nodded while my Dad just looked away embarrassed.

"I'm that predicable, huh?" he asked. I nodded.

"Well, I'll be off, I'll see you at home, Dad," I said as I turned and waved at the pair.

"No, why don't you two come over for dinner. I have a boy your age and I'm sure Yoshino would love to see you, f/n, again and meet you, y/n," Shikaku stopped me, my Dad agreed and grabbed my arm.

"I'm sure she'd love to meet your boy," my Dad assumed, here he goes again, pushing unexpected things onto me again. I sighed.

"Fine, let's go," we started to walk again, being led through the streets by my Dad's strange friend as the pair of them happily spoke. It was clear that they were close even after no contact for years.

Eventually, we reached a house similar to my own but just a bit smaller and with a different clan symbol near it.

"I'm home! I've also brought guests for dinner!" Shikaku announced as we all took our shoes off in the doorway and then proceeded in, a beautiful lady popped around the corner angrily.

"Why didn't you tell me you were bringing others back sooner—?!" she shouted before freezing. Her eyes growing wide before she ran towards my Dad and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. My Dad flinched for a moment before easing into the hug and hugging back, after a while sniffling was heard from the lady and they separated.

"Where did you go? You idiot! We thought you were dead!" she half shouted half sobbed, whacking his chest angrily.

"I'm sorry, Yoshino," my Dad apologised before stepping to the side and allowing her to see me. She managed to stop herself crying before looking at me curiously.

"This is y/n, my daughter," my Dad introduced me, Yoshino's gaze dropped to me before a wide smile grew on her face and she rushed to me, kneeling to my height, and pulling me into a hug.

"I know who her Mother is, she's got m/n's eyes and hair," Yoshino said, pulling away and tapping my nose like I was 5. I grabbed her hand and placed it on her knee.

This is weird. I've just met this woman, why is she acting so friendly?

"Please refrain from touching me. I'm not 5 years old and you are a stranger," I told her sternly.

"She's got the attitude of m/n as well," she muttered before standing up, "I'm Yoshino Nara. Nice to meet you."

"It's a pleasure, Mrs Nara," I nodded my head before the door behind me opened.

"I'm home—what's going on here?" a voice asked confused. I turned around and saw a younger double of Shikaku.

"Shikamaru, this is the guy who I told you about so often," Shikaku said, placing his arm around my Dad's neck. My Dad just scratched the side of his cheek embarrassed. Shikamaru's gaze didn't leave mine.

"Shikamaru?" Shikaku called, snapping him out the trance.

"Sorry, you mean the snow and ice guy?" Shikamaru asked, stepping past me. Shikaku just nodded then pointed to me.

"That's y/n, his daughter. Become good friends with her, ok?" Shikaku introduced me even though he already knew me from the academy.

"Y/n!" my Dad snapped, I blinked a of couple times before looking at him confused, "Don't be rude."

"How can I be rude to someone who already knows me?" I asked knocking my head to the side slightly and putting on a fake innocent face.

"Just introduce yourself again. It's called common curtesy," he told me, I raised a brow before sighing and then bowing to the three of them.

"Hello, I'm f/n l/n, pleasure to meet you Shikamaru, Shikaku and Yoshino. I hope to see you more in the future," I said with a bored tone, standing straight again to see my Dad coming in my direction. He pinched my nose lightly.

"Do you have no emotion?" he asked, I sighed and then shot a small smile in their direction and then looked at my Dad with an 'are you happy now' face which was returned with 'could be better.'

"Stop standing in the doorway, come in and take a seat. It won't be long until I finish cooking extra," Yoshino said quickly as she disappeared into the kitchen.

The rest of us went to sit down at the dining table. Shikaku at one end, my Dad opposite me, Shikamaru beside me and then I'm guessing Yoshino will be at the other end.

The sound of clinking echoed through the building as she balanced multiple plates on her arms and hands. I frowned at the sight as she started to slide each onto the table before sitting down.

"Thanks for the meal!" my Dad said excitedly before eating and then looking at me, "so which class did you get into, y/n?"

"What was his name again—? Oh. Iruka sensei," I replied with a fake forgetfulness which I was doing on purpose to show how much I didn't want to be here to my Dad who in return shot a glare at me and tapped the side of his plate with his chopsticks.

I glared back before grabbing my chopsticks and eating as well.

"This is good..." I whispered, surprised. My Dad's cooking skills are bit... non-existent so this was a nice enough change.

"Always compliment the ladies cooking. If you do, the meal seems to get a hundred times better," my Dad told me with pure happiness in his eyes as he ate before letting out a hum.

"And Iruka, huh? Oh man I remember when he was just a small little boy who'd just become a genin," he said as he recalled his memories.

"You're that old?" I asked him, he just choked on his food and the others around me just laughed.

"For your information, I'm only 37!" he retorted.

"37...90... I don't really see the difference," I shrugged, innocently eating the food in front of me.

"Anyway, Shikamaru, are you in this brats—I mean, this lovely angel's class?" my Dad asked through gritted teeth.

"Yes I am, sir," Shikamaru replied, stretching out the word 'sir' obviously addressing his age which seemed to outrage my Dad even more. Leaving him to angrily eat the rest of his meal as I spoke with Yoshino and Shikaku.