#and Tem looks a bit Britney-esque which i didnt intend but i spose it is 2000

[twnj]

Bastien looked up for a moment, catching her eye. She bit her bottom lip, and he copied her before smiling, blushing, and looking back down at his game.

Her lips curled up into a mischievous grin.

[...]

“Please vacate the room so as not to distract the other players,” he said slowly. He paused long enough to confirm she had listened, then nodded and turned to his right. “The same goes for you, Monsieur Nara.”

Nara.

Her head snapped around to where Shikamaru sat to her left. He looked up, his cheeks redder than when she’d last seen him, and from the infuriated look in his eyes, she was near-certain he was about to cause a fuss. But instead, Shikamaru rose from his chair, nodded politely and moved away from his table. He glanced down at the board Temari stood beside, frowned, and made a curious shape with his bottom lip before shuffling away with a quiet “Thanks.”'

Grandmaster on ao3 by @notquitejiraiya