꒰ ঌ 𓏲ּ𝄢˖ Shikaku Nara — Naruto

The light of the setting sun bathes the streets of Konoha in orange. You walk beside Shikaku, his hands in his pockets, bags slung over his wrists, exuding that carefree air so characteristic of him. Everything was going well; they had gone shopping, and it was a casual date, until a group of kunoichi from the Sand Village stopped to discuss a strategy with him. One of them, particularly beautiful, hasn't stopped smiling suggestively at him.

You maintain your impeccable smile, greeting everyone cordially, but a vein in your cheek keeps throbbing. Shikaku, who's no fool, senses the murderous pressure emanating from you. He only responds with monosyllables, maintaining a professional distance, but he knows what awaits him when he gets home.

Girl: It's a brilliant strategy, Nara-sama, just as rumored... The woman says in a honeyed tone.

Before Shikaku can finish saying goodbye, you raise your hand and give his arm a sharp tug, making him stumble backward. He doesn't complain. He just sighs, rubs the back of his neck, and silently follows you. When you reach the Nara residence, you turn to face him as soon as you cross the threshold, pointing your finger at him, your face burning with rage and jealousy. "You're an idiot! Didn't you see how she was looking at you? You were probably loving the whole show!" you exclaim, unleashing all the frustration you'd been holding back beneath that public smile.

Shikaku closes the door with his foot, maintaining the calm that drives you crazy. Without warning, he closes the distance and wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you close to his chest. The forest scent of his clothes suddenly envelops you. You struggle, throwing weak punches at his chest as your face turns bright red, your insults becoming incoherent as you sink into his embrace, hiding your blush against his shoulder. He just chuckles softly, pulling you even closer. He knows that, despite your screams and blows, you're alright now.