kiss meme. / two out of five. / @foxdobe
❝ HEY! what the hell is the matter with you —- dude ?! ❞ shikamaru’s reaction to naruto tackling him in the middle of shikamaru wandering around the field, neck craned back as he tries to find the best spot to cloudgaze ( on one hand, the sun here didn’t shine directly in his eyes, but it seemed like the view would be blocked by too many trees in the most optimal spot, leaving him with the dilemma of choosing between not burning his retinas and, alternatively, watching leaves blow boringly in the wind ) is one of irritation, and he lands on his back with a thud and his childhood friend chest to chest, face to face with him. you’re such a pain.
chalk this encounter down on the list of reasons why naruto uzumaki will be the premature death of me —- which, by the way, yes, he was absolutely keeping score of. even so, he’d not be much of a friend if he didn’t play into this a little bit, now would he? head against the grass, shikamaru gives him a crooked, wicked sort of grin and quirks his brow, intrigue lighting behind his eyes like a fire suddenly sparked. ❝ hope you don’t think i’m just gonna take this lying down, you spazz. ❞
big talk coming from the guy taking it lying down!
and there it is. his grin becomes wilder by the second and shikamaru takes the moment of opportunity to turn the tables and roll over on him, starting what would be a ten minute long wrestle. he swears to all the gods out there that this motherfucker tries to tickle him in the middle of it and he laughs out at the thought alone, the bellowing kind of laugh that comes from your tummy and rattles your whole chest, painting your face pink and ending in a couple of wheezing chuckles. this guy is really too much.
it’s by a small margin that shikamaru is able to control himself long enough to get him pinned for real, but he’s relatively certain that the blond isn’t fighting anymore either, judging by his laughter and shaking belly that shikamaru sat atop of. he takes a moment to breathe and hovers over him, expression fond —- you know, in the dopey kind of way. he’s just as endearing as he is a pain, as it turns out.
i’ll give him something to remember. the thought seems like an idle one that he doesn’t need to act on, but he chooses to anyways, in the form of leaning down and pressing a firm kiss to his lips. shikamaru lingers, but only long enough to let it set in. when he departs, he hovers about an inch off from his face, smirk as smug as it can be. ❝ i win, knucklehead. ❞