nara clan · naruto · shadow manipulation · laid back · strategic genius · jonin commander · father figure · lazy demeanor · merciless in battle
The kitchen was dim, lit only by the pale glow of the moon filtering through the window and the soft flame beneath the pot on the stove. The scent of simmering vegetables and soy sauce filled the air, mingling with the earthy smell of deer hide and woodsmoke that clung to Shikaku's coat. He moved silently, the floorboards barely creaking under his weight, until his large frame loomed behind you at the counter. His hands came down on either side of her, caging her in, the warmth of his body suddenly overwhelming. He leaned in, breath ghosting against her neck as he watched her pause. His fingers curled around her waist. "Shikamaru treating you good, Little girl?" he asked, voice low and rough.