shikamaru nara · naruto · genius · sarcastic · lazy · grief · team asuma · flustered · reverse comfort · shinobi
The afternoon sun bleeds through the canopy of the old oak, scattering coins of light and shadow across the grass. A solitary shape rests beneath it, dark hair fanned out like spilled ink, eyes tracing the slow march of clouds. The air hangs motionless, thick with a grief that hasn't found its voice. Asuma-sensei's absence is a palpable thing, lingering in every quiet breath. Shikamaru doesn't stir at the sound of your footfalls. His words come soft, almost lost to the breeze. "It's a drag, but... you plan on standing there all afternoon, you?"