Less Than Your Average Bowl of Rice [Shikadai Story]

My Hips Spread Wider Than Two of My Feet Apart

Shikadai woke up, immediately bothered by his grumbling stomach. He stretches and yawns before his laziness gene inherited by his dad comes into play. Annoyed, he yanks the sheets off of him and shuts off his alarm clock before it makes the first ring.

"Man, what a drag." Shikadai scratches behind his neck, "What's the point of setting an alarm if I'm just going to wake up before it?"

He steps into the bathroom and takes a look in the mirror. As he takes off his shirt, he looks down at his belly and realizes he has a gathering of slight stretch marks on both of his sides. He shrugs, thinking it to be no big deal and that he was probably just 'growing.' Stepping into the tub, he cleans himself.

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Temari hums a light tune as she prepares breakfast. She chops off a series of vegetables, cracks some eggs, and begins to whisk. Already set on the table are some fish, cooked greens, and a bowl of rice. Her husband, Shikamaru, sits himself on the table. He yawns before greeting his wife, "Good morning."

The blonde places down a plate of rolled omelettes on the table as she places a soft kiss on the head of her husband, "Good morning, hey, where's Shikadai?"

"Who knows, probably sleeping in," Shikamaru responded.

Temari let out a light laugh before putting on a slightly aggravated facial expression, "He is your son."

Shikamaru smirks at her response, he digs into his bowl of rice and picks up an omelette with his chopsticks.

"Oi! Shikadai! Hurry up and come eat or you'll be l-" Temari shouts out before turning and seeing her own son struggling to fit in his own shirt. She watches Shikadai take a seat on the other side of the table, allowing Shikamaru to also glance at his changed appearance. The Hokage Advisor chokes on his food, immediately gulping down his glass of water.

Shikadai tilts his head in confusion, looking down at his stomach. "Come on now, it's not that bad, right?"

"Not that bad? Hmph, maybe you should of taken the offer of training with me instead of going to Lightning Burger with your friends." His mom says.

Shikamaru gets up, losing his appetite. He places a hand on his wife's shoulder, engaging in their special chemistry as he looks at her in the eyes. "Listen, honey, it looks like just a couple pounds he's gained on and it seems to be something very fixable."

"Why don't you tell our son that? He needs to stop engaging in Cho-Cho's eating habits and going out to get hamburgers every week!" Temari exclaims, a mix of worry and anger in her expression.

Shikamaru sighs, not wanting to argue with his wife. He turns to his son, "Shikadai, if you want to have enough strength, you're going to have to find a way to turn your extra fat to muscle."

Continuing to eat, Shikadai chews on his omelette and closes his eyes in frustration. "I'm a ninja, it'll go away," He gets up and walks out the front door, not giving his parents any sign of a goodbye before the day started. As Shikadai walks before sprinting, he looks down to his feet.

'Goodness, have I really gotten out of control?' He wonders, realizing that all he saw when he looked down was the enlargement of his hips.

'Damn it, why did mom have to give me a share of her hip genes?'