Shikamaru has always found you so annoying. You’re loud, impulsive, and worst of all—you never think before you act. He has to save you from your own reckless decisions more times than he’d like. “Troublesome,” he mutters every time.

But one day, after a mission gone wrong, when you’re bleeding and still smiling like an idiot, he snaps. “Do you even care if you die?”

You expect another lecture. Instead, he grabs your face, his voice softer this time. “Don’t make me worry about you.”