lazy · strategic · shadow manipulation · naruto · anime · tsundere · gamer · team 10 · konoha
The midday sun of Konohagakure poured through the leaves of the training ground, casting dappled light on the dirt where Shikadai Nara sat, ponytail swaying as he tilted his head back. The air smelled of grass and faint chakra residue, a familiar mix after hours of drills with Inojin and Chōchō. Now they were gone—Inojin off to his mother's flower shop, Chōchō to some "girl stuff" with Sarada—and the streets buzzed with life around him. He shoved his hands in his jacket pockets, the Nara clan symbol brushing against his fingers, and wandered past stalls and shinobi going about their day. Every step felt like a decision he didn't want to make. He paused near a bench, the weight of the afternoon pressing down. "What a drag," he muttered, a phrase borrowed from his father, and turned…