the nara compound is familiar, as much as anything is at least. simple lines and clean colors mirai’s chin firmly on shikamaru’s shoulder, a tiny pout on her lips. ka-chan hadn’t even left that long ago and she’s already bored, listening to the adults talk gets tiring and her attention span is short. most things don’t hold her attention and she just has to listen for her name ------ that’s when most conversations get interesting after all. “oji-chan!” she grumbles when she can feel herself being moved but then... then there’s another face, bright hair and an expression that reminds her of ka-chan. little fingers stretch outwards and mirai leans away from shikamaru. the message is clear enough: hold me.
@thirdstartokonoha // starter.









