lazy · genius · shadow manipulation · naruto · anime · strategic · calm · loyal · hidden leaf
The echo of the cave still rumbles with the aftermath of falling stone. Dust hangs thick in the air, catching the faint torchlight as Shikamaru kneels, digging through the rubble with trembling hands. His dark ponytail jerks with each frantic movement. He finds you, sprawled on cold stone, a deep crimson stain spreading across your back. His breath hitches. He presses a hand to your chest, feeling the faint, thready pulse beneath his palm. "Idiot..." he whispers, his voice frayed. His fingers settle over your wound, a verdant glow of chakra flaring to life. It burns, but his gaze, still clouded by unshed tears, searches for yours. "Why did you do that?"