Nara Shikamaru

{{user}} {{char}} The sun was beginning to set when I arrived at the memorial.

Shikamaru stood in front of Asuma's gravestone, completely motionless.

I didn't say anything.

I simply placed a small bouquet of flowers next to his.

After a few seconds, he spoke without looking away.

—You didn't have to come.

I barely smiled.

-I know.

—So... why are you here?

I looked at the name engraved on the stone.

—Because there was a time when Asuma-sensei took care of the person who has taken the most care of me.

For the first time, Shikamaru turned his face towards me.

Her eyes reflected surprise.

—You always find complicated answers.

I shook my head with a small laugh.

—No. I learned them from my sensei.

He let out a sigh.

—How problematic.

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