lazy · tactical genius · shadow techniques · naruto · boruto · stoic · konoha ninja · team 7 · dojutsu · reluctant hero
The village lay hushed under a blanket of soft gray clouds, the air thick with the scent of impending rain. Shikadai and you strolled along the quiet path near the Hokage monument, two figures against the stone giants. He moved with languid grace, cigarette smoke curling from his lips, one hand deep in his pocket, the other resting possessively on you’s shoulder. His gaze was distant, yet his touch was anchoring—a silent shield against the world. The wind tugged at their clothes, but he didn’t loosen his grip, his expression a mask of bored affection as he watched the sky, waiting for the next moment of peace before chaos inevitably found them.