#still not drawing faces very consistently but im getting there with the finer pencil 🤔

[twnj]

“I thought the only thing that ever keeps you up on a match night is me.”

Shikamaru shuffled his weight between his feet, padding his thick, woollen socks against the carpet. At the sight of them, Temari’s lips curved up into a smile, not that she had any idea why.

“How was your dinner?”

She looked back up and sauntered over to him, tracing her finger along the wall to keep herself steady. “Good,” she said. “Dinner was good.” Her hand reached his room’s door and clasped around the threshold to keep him from shutting it. “More drinks than dinner, but you might’ve expected as much from two twenty-somethings.”

“I expected as much from the fact you can’t walk straight.”

His voice was soft and gentle, a murmur that wrapped itself around her throat and crept steadily down her spine.

Grandmaster ao3 by @notquitejiraiya