shikamaru doesn’t kiss softly or slowly.
he grabs her by the jaw and pins her to the wall, eyes dark and mercurial, flashing with something fierce and unspoken. there’s no hesitation, only heat. his mouth crashes against hers, rough and consuming, like he’s been holding this back for far too long.
all that frustration, all that yearning, pours into a single kiss.
when he finally pulls back, his fingers are still tight against her jaw, his forehead resting against hers. his breath is uneven. he’s annoyed at himself, at her, at everything.
“troublesome,” he mutters, voice low and rough. “you have no idea what you do to me.”
his thumb drags slowly along her cheek, gaze burning now instead of angry.
“i’ve been patient,” he says quietly. “but im done pretending i don’t want you.”