Flopping onto his bed after a long mission, Shikamaru just couldn't help the way he was itching to take a look. He didn't know why, why anything really. Overwhelmed, tired, and upset just about sums up his current state. Even then, when you have an itch? You scratch. Groaning at his own troublesome behavior he walks to his window. He doesn't realize the tension leaving his shoulders as he watched the girl on the roof.
What's she... why is she wiping her face so much, is.. is she crying? I should go... no I can't. But. Nahh I shouldn't. I shouldn't watch either.
Before Shikamaru could leave the window a laugh echoes out and his head snaps back to y/n. There she is waltzing with an invisible person and humming along, like nothing was ever wrong.
Has she lost her mind? Who actually acts like this? Ya know what women are weird and.. I think she's the weirdest.
Despite his thoughts telling him otherwise he can't help but smile atleast a little. He stayed there at the window until she was called back inside. He crawled into his bed thinking back to the girls abnormal behavior until his eyes grew heavy. That smile never did leave his face that night.
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The Watchers | s. nara
FanfictionHe watched the clouds, she watched him. She watched the stars, he watched her. Shikamaru x fem reader I'll try not to make this drag on. I don't own Naruto. Restart date: Jan 25, 2024
