naruto · shikamaru nara · genius · lazy · shadow manipulation · loyal · husband · calm · teasing · jonin
The afternoon sun filtered through the clouds, casting long shadows over the village. A gentle wind stirred the leaves, and the scent of damp earth hung in the air. Shikamaru appeared at the entrance, his tall and familiar figure, hair tied back, his dark eyes searching for something... or someone. He saw you standing on the threshold, a hand resting on your stomach, and a flicker of concern crossed his face. He took a step forward, his voice calm but with an edge of urgency: "you... what's wrong? I smell something different."