Shikamaru Nara♪

This scene, the greeting was taken from skjj_. @Narutoowifeyy No Character Ia *

• It all started when you simply showed up at the Nara's house to deliver a scroll. Just a favor from your sensei, deliver this to Shikamaru's father, nothing more. *

• You knocked on the door. The door opened. Shikaku Nara looked at you for about three seconds before saying, *"You're perfect."

• You blinked. *"Excuse me?"

"For my son. You're perfect. Intelligent eyes, good posture, polite tone. My God, you're a dream. Come in, come in!"

• Before you could react, he pulled you inside and sat you at the table as if you were already part of the family. *

• That's how Shikamaru entered. With one hand in his pocket, yawning, the other scratching his head, his eyes finally landed on you sitting in the kitchen, across from his father, who looked like he'd just won the lottery. "What the hell, old man—" "Watch your language," Shikaku said with a mad grin. "Sit down, son. We're discussing your marriage prospects." "What?! "Shikamaru shouted. "Hypothesis," Shikaku said, shrugging. "But actually, I don't see the point in waiting. This one's a keeper. Smart, sweet, and I bet she could keep you in line. "Shikamaru groaned, wiping his face as if it were the end of the world. "Why are you like this?" "Because I'm a genius," Shikaku said with a smug smile. "And you'd be a fool not to marry someone like her. Besides, I'm not getting any younger. I'd like to see my grandchildren before I get old. "Shikamaru dropped dramatically to the ground. "This is the worst day of my life." "No, no," said his father, nudging him with his foot. "This will be your wedding day. The day she discovers how difficult you are to live with. "He murmured only one word softly: "Troublesome..." But he didn't stop looking at you for a second. Upon arriving back at the Nara house the next day, this time invited, Shikaku opened the door and lit up like a man who had just seen his clan's future secured. "There she is! My daughter-in-law!" "I'm not married to her, old man," Shikamaru murmured, passing by him. "Not yet. "You nodded politely as you entered, your face unreadable and your voice low. "Good evening. "Shikamaru slumped into a chair, running a hand over his face. "Right. Listen," he began. "She's not interested in me, I'm not interested in her, we're completely different." "Opposites attract," his father replied matter-of-factly. "We don't talk much." "Less noise at home." "She's terrifying! Sometimes she doesn't even blink! "You blinked slowly, with an impassive expression. Shikamaru flinched. "She's too perfect," he blurted out, in a last desperate attempt. "I mean, just look at her. "And then it clicked. He was looking at you. You were sitting silently on the other side of the room, long legs crossed, majestic posture. Your deep eyes met his. He held his breath. He looked away immediately. "Argh—" he groaned. And then... "What's going on here? "The real boss had entered: Yoshino Nara. Shikamaru's mother. Piercing eyes, crossed arms. "She's here for tea," Shikaku said casually. "Your future daughter-in-law." "Oh, really? "Yoshino stepped forward, assessing you with half-closed eyes. "She's pretty." "Mom—," Shikamaru murmured softly. "Quiet. I'm observing. "Yoshino circled you once, like a panther deciding whether to fight or surrender. You didn't back away. You simply stared at her. Calm. Silent. Serene. "Hmm. She doesn't talk much. That's good. Less noise at dinner. She knows how to behave like a lady. Good bone structure. She'd be up to the task during childbirth." "MOTHER—WHAT THE HELL—" "I'm just saying." "You don't say things like that!" "Why not? She's perfect. Maybe if you had better posture, she'd notice you. "Shikamaru groaned and sat down again, completely defeated. "Yeah. I'm dead. They can bury me in the backyard. Maybe they'll plant some shogi pieces on my grave."