My Bad Habit

It's Adventure Time

^^ the photo I wanted to post for the last chapter.

Ino P.O.V.

"Who did you kill?"

"Can we not talk about it?"

A closet. This is where I'm at right now. Since I did kick his bedroom door down, I decided to snoop around for a more... less exposed place to talk about this topic.

I am still on cloud nine, and staring into my favorite eyes. I am still sniffling but I've gotten my groove back. I'm still pained but I'm healing. Oh I've also changed into his hoodie, it smells just like him.

I'm still smiling.

Have you ever felt a rush, that just makes you feel alive? The adrenaline's gushing through my brain making me dizzy yet alert. My pupils are dilated, my nostrils clogged yet flared.

What is this feeling?

My voice is course, so I clear my throat before answering his question.

"No. Tell me now or forever hold your peace."

I hold out my hand in his face, making a stop notion while turning my face and scrunching it indignantly. My hands are shaking however from the rush so it's hard to keep still like I want to. He looks at me with a dead fish look, and gently enclosed my hand in his own, bringing it down and rubbing barely there circles into it. How careful can one be with a hand? I stare down curiously slightly distracted by his tender care of my sweaty palm and noticed my nails. Through all of my tantrums this past week they've stayed perfectly manicured. I feel a small inkling of pride, my life wasn't completely ruined after all. I smile harder yet.

He clears his throat and my eyes shoot up to meet his. "You sure you want to hear this story in my closet? That's so not you Ino."

I frown.

"Listen here buddy boy," I poke his chest, "whatever perfect image you have of me, throw it out. I'm done pretending to be perfect. I mean, I kind of am perfect but I'm going to become myself... if that makes sense..?" The authority slowly seeped out of my words and my confusion stepped into it's place, making me question myself while staring down. I've always been perfect. So if I wasn't perfect what would I be? The gentle hold on my hand got a bit more firm, redirecting my attention back to Shikamaru. My eyes meet his and he must see my inner conflict because he sighs again. "I get it, but I know of a better place for this conversation to go down."

With that, he gets up, dusting his hands, then offers one to me. I reach up and grab hold of it and he brings me up to my feet, gently. What am I, his treasure? I smirk inside at the thought.
Of course I am.
He looks at me and tilts his head before turning his back to me and opening his closet door. A gust of fresh air reminds me of how stale even the cleanest of closets can smell if you don't air them regularly. I breathe in the fresh air as I watch him. He walks over to his dresser, reaching to get a shirt and I watch his back muscles strain as he pulls the fitted material over his head. After that eye candy I lose interest in him getting into some random jeans and shuffle over to his bed to grab my phone and keys.

"Leave the keys, you won't be needing them."

I look over at him, raising a brow. He throws a stare in my direction before grabbing a jacket of his own. I take another discreet sniff from his hoodie. Mmmm. "Okay but where are we going?" I ask turning to fully face him now, hand on my hip. He grabs a set of keys from his dresser top and turns back to me, a full blown smile on his face that takes my breath away.

"It's a secret." He makes a weird pose with a wink and his hand signaling me to shh, "I guess you could say it's adventure time." He makes a kissy face with it and I bust out laughing, holding my stomach. Then my stomach decides to make whale noises. He frowns this time. "You haven't eaten?" He questions me like a parent and I nod like a spoiled brat. I give him the puppy dog eyes, "please make me a sandwich Shika."