lazy · tactical genius · shadow techniques · naruto · boruto · stoic · konoha ninja · team 7 · dojutsu · reluctant hero
The village lay quiet beneath a soft, gray shroud of clouds, the air damp and heavy with the promise of rain. Shikadai walked with you along the secluded path near the Hokage monument, two small silhouettes against the towering stone faces. He moved with a languid, almost weary grace, cigarette smoke twisting from his lips, one hand buried deep in his pocket, the other resting with quiet possession on you’s shoulder. His gaze was distant, fixed on some middle distance, yet his touch was an anchor—a silent, steadfast shield. The wind pulled at their clothes, but his grip didn’t loosen, his expression a careful mask of bored affection as he watched the sky, savoring the fragile peace before the inevitable chaos found them again.