𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 ˢʰᶦᵏᵃᵐᵃʳᵘ

memories

"You think you could take one of my Shinobi without me finding out," Tsunade crossed her arms, and all those around her just stopped.

[y/n] turned around and began to get bombarded with bits and pieces of memories. Just one look at Tsuande helped her place some of the messed up memories in order, but then she looked over to the young man beside her. She began to remember his deep black hair that matched his chocolate-colored eyes. Tsunade began to speak but [y/n] couldn't hear, her attention was glued onto the young man.

The very first time they met he helped her up from a fall.

She remembered the times they would watch clouds together on the top of their hill.

The time she was in the hospital and he came to visit her.

The walks, the talks, the shogi nights, his odd smile when he tried to be affectionate, the sensation of his lips on hers, the way he held her hand when it was just the two of them alone, and the stupid smell of cigarettes on clothes, she remembered it all.

"Sh-Shika?" [y/n] whimpered gently, and began to walk towards him. She couldn't hear the other voices that were speaking, she only focused on Shikamaru Nara.

"H-Hey [y/n]," that same odd smile was placed on his lips.

"C-Can we l-leave now?" she stood inches away from him and she looked down to the ground.

"Of course [y/n]," at this moment it was just the two them and no one else. He picked her bridal style and planted a kiss on her forehead.

"Let's get you home," [y/n] the clung on to him resting her head in the crook of his neck.

"I'm sorry I missed our cloud watching date," she whispered as he carried her out. Shikamaru decides to let the adults figure this out [y/n] had no reason to stay any longer.

"I'm sorry for not protecting you when you needed me," he held her tighter in his arms.

"[y/n]," he whispered as they were outside the foundation.

"Yeah?" she removed her head from the crook of his neck, her eyes now planted on his.

"I-I l-love you,"

"I love you too Shika," [y/n] placed a kiss on his lips.

***

"Why don't you just rest up here and I'll go help Midori get some dinner," Shikamaru placed [y/n] on her bed while gently tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"No stay here with me," [y/n] grabbed his wrist tightly.

"You're not hungry or anything?" Shikamaru questioned.

"No, just stay here," she shifted over giving Shikamaru room for him to lie down with her.

"I-If you say so," Shikamaru slipped his footwear off alongside his chunin vest, and glide into the bed with her. Where [y/n] then rested herself on top of Shikamaru, her head placed on top of his chest listening to his heartbeat.

"Are you okay?" Shikamaru asked while hesitantly wrapped his arms around her hips. He felt unsure if she wanted that physical contact but he held her anyways.

"I'm just confused," she mumbled into his chest,
out of all the places [y/n] felt safe in Shikamaru's arms.

"You want to talk about it?" he began to rub her back attempting to ease her in any way possible.