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[arctic-blade]

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[kineticallyanywhere]

found the artist on twitter! https://x.com/trubwlsum

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[unioncolours]

Fanfiction: Forgive me

I couldn’t resist, mr. @trubwlsum You played with fire and you got burned. 

This fanfiction is completely inspired by his fantastic artwork. Go follow that dude, his hashtags are funny.

Word count: 800 words

Genre: Sad

Fanfiction down below 👇

Some things are worse than others.

Like the shadow of your loved one, years after the marriage shattered into pieces.

Like the lingering sensation of touch where he used to touch you, where his hands once travelled.

Like the dreams destroyed by different opinions, a move out, by a move from the whole damn country back to where the heart truly belonged.

But the worst out of everything?

The piercing, stabbing ache after losing their child – way too early, in a freak accident, in a way no shinobi should ever die.

In a way Shikamaru should have been able to prevent. But he didn’t. He had misjudged and Shikadai had died.

Shikadai’s death was the reason. The reason Temari moved out of Konoha. She couldn’t bear to live in the house where there once lived three, but now only two broken parents.

Suna was her safe haven, the place she didn’t expect Shikadai to come around every corner. She melted down the metal from her Konohan forehead protector and burned her hand in the process. She never looked back after that.

Only inside her deepest desirer, where she dreamed of a life with Shikamaru again, a life by the border of the Nara forest with her baby boy in the next room.

Then the war came.

And as Temari was staring right into Shikamaru’s eyes, on the battlefield, where shinobi once again were painting the ground red by blood of the innocent and evil, she did see the husband she once loved so dearly.

He did look almost exactly the same as five years ago when Temari last saw him. He even wore similar clothes. Funnily enough even she wore the same purple shade she had favoured for many years.

She had a mission to kill him, yes. Kill the mastermind behind the plan that utterly destroyed the first legions of Sunese shinobi sent north in Fire Country’s beautiful pastures. The pastures were gone now. What remained was stone and gravel from way too many earth jutsus, destroying the landscape.

You can do it.

Of course I can do it. I know him better than anyone. I know his weakness.

As her mind was clouded by anger and heartbreak, a new, more dangerous emotion entered her.

Revenge.

He is the reason my baby died.

If Shikamaru had been faster, if he had been sterner, not so fucking lazy and let Shikadai go out there alone, then maybe, maybe this could have been prevented.

“Nara”, Temari said.

“Tem…”

“Don’t call me that!”

“You know my orders”, Shikamaru as he crouched down in the trademark position Temari knew all too well.

“As you know mine”, Temari said and brought her fan behind her back.

Shikamaru threw a gaze over his shoulder and for once Temari is a step before him in his racing mind.

“Don’t even think you can win me over”, she said. “I will never forgive you, Shikamaru. Never again.”

An explosion rang somewhere to Shikamaru’s right, loud enough for his right ear to cry out in a beginning tinnitus. Temari didn’t move for a second. Shikamaru’s eyes were cold as ice and hard as steel, a gaze Temari had never received from him before.

Shikadai is dead because of… him.

“You will die tonight”, Temari said and it’s a miracle her voice didn’t break.

Shikamaru loosened his hand and something fell out, dangling from his grip.

His wedding ring, that he used to wear around his neck before. Luckily, Temari did manage to keep the tears inside, even after she realised what it was.

“Tem…”

“I said, don’t call me that!”

“If you forgive me, I will let you kill me.”

That hard gaze wouldn’t budge from her.

“Forgive me for not being there when he needed me”, Shikamaru continued. “Forgive me, Temari, please, I have asked your forgiveness for so many years, why can’t you just let it go.”

Something in his eyes softened for a second.

“I knew you wanted to win in our chunin game”, he said. “You always wanted to win. And I will give you that. I will give up now. Forgive me, and let me give up.”

“No, you don’t give up!” Temari yelled. “You fight against me, right now, here!”

Shikamaru leaned his elbow against his knee.

“Forgive me.”

“No!”

“Forgive me.”

“Fight back! Fight back, you coward!”

Temari wanted to raise her fan, wanted to slash through him, but he just stood there, crouching, with the wedding ring dangling in his hand.

They wanted once to grow old together.

They wanted once to see their son grow up.

But they got neither.

“Forgive me”, Temari whispered back as one single tear found its way down her cheek.

   And finally, she won over Shikamaru as she killed him.

[shikamarubase]

Top 10 ways Boruto betrays Shikada—err, wait, no, top 5 things you want to see from Boruto (the show) in 2019? ;D

You came this close to getting rocks thrown at you. Nice save, TJ. 

Anyway, you know everything I wanna see this year is centered around Shikadai right?😏

1) Shikadai interacts with Gaara and Kankuro. I want fluffy interactions, you hear me? I demand to see how Uncle Gaara and Kankuro dotes on Shikadai. 

2) Shikadai interacts with Shinki. You know, his cousin. 

3) Animate baby Dai or face the consequences🤬

4) Hope they get a mission in Suna and Shikadai gets to go. Suna needs to be explored. 

5) Animate! Shikamaru! Shinden! 

Honorable mention: I hope we see angry Shikamaru in Naruto Shinden😏 

[shikanaradai]

Hey Jade, by what method do you think Boruto will kill Shikadai?

GDI TJ. GTFO of my ask 😤. The answer is

My son will not die in Boruto’s hand thank you.

[shikastemari]

— crybaby; shikatema. ࿐ྂ。

words | 1,546

rating | M cause well shikamaru’s mind is dirty

when it happens | right after the war

warning | language

a/n | this fic was based in trubwlsum’s drawing of temari hold baby mirai and some ideas of his about it. thank you for the insp, titi. also i was too lazy to revise it and to ask someone to beta it for me so ignore the bad grammar and stuff. 

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Shikamaru didn’t want to say yes.

Not that he minded to look after Mirai, he never did. He never could imagine himself so attached to a child before. The Nara only truly understood what Asuma meant by kids being the King when one toothless smile was shot at his direction. Shikamaru was aware he would move a mountain if it meant to protect that tiny human being.

However, as he walked towards Kurenai’s house, he couldn’t stop but risk a glance at his company. She looked somehow collected. Her eyes glued to the street, her lips pressed into a thin line.

He was slightly worried about Temari. It was not like he didn’t trust her, but it never crossed his mind how that tough woman would act around a kid. When he told her about Kurenai’s request, the blond woman just shrugged and said she would tag along, not even giving him the chance to reply.

“So, wouldn’t you rather be doing anything else on a Friday night? Am I not the only friend you have in Konoha, right?” Shikamaru asked, his real concern being masked the by the fake one. They were one block from Kurenai’s apartment and he didn’t want to take her there if she was having any doubts about it.

“I am going with you, aren’t I?”

Shikamaru frowned. Not the answer he hoped for.

“You don’t need to do it.” He tried again.

This time, she turned her head to meet his gaze before turning back to the street again. “I know.”

They didn’t talk until they reached Kurenai’s place.

“Last chance to give up.” Shikamaru tried to get a reaction of her for the last time. Temari just knocked on the door.

Kurenai opened the door quickly, pressing her index finger against her lips to prevent them from speaking too loud. Her big smile was a greeting good enough for him, and it got even bigger when she realized Shikamaru had brought company.

A part of him was afraid Kurenai might not be a fan of someone else accompanying him at babysitting her daughter. He should’ve asked. He would’ve if he knew Temari would instantly agree to it.

Something sparkled in Kurenai’s eyes and Shikamaru couldn’t tell what it was.

She whispered some tips and instructions to the both of them, who only nodded in response. Shikamaru looked over Kurenai’s shoulder and he could see a red spot in a playpen in the middle of the living room.

Kurenai came back to take one good look at Mirai and he got uncomfortable when he noticed her eyes tearing up. Shikamaru didn’t blame her. Even though the Hokage only gave her missions which weren’t considered dangerous, a shinobi life was terribly unpredicted. He knew that too well.

As soon as they walked in, Shikamaru occupied the couch next to where the baby was sleeping and looked up to Kurenai, giving him what he hoped it was an assuring smile. He was really bad at those. Temari kept herself next to the door.

“She just slept, so, I think she might sleep for a few hours.” Kurenai whispered, her eyes moving from the brunette to the blond. “I don’t think I need to say to you, Shikamaru, but she has a light sleep.”

Again, the sparkle was back to her red eyes.

The words didn’t hit him until he saw how flustered Temari was. For someone known for his brain, Shikamaru definitely knew how to be slow to take a hint. He just frowned, hoping his cheeks weren’t as red as his partner.

With a sly grin on her face, she left both flushed in the living room.

Temari sat in the other couch, avoiding his gaze. With a pink hue still tinting her cheeks, she kept her eyes focused on her fingers twiddling and he couldn’t ignore how adorable she looked like that.

He was dying to kiss her.

The thought alone made his whole face burn. He couldn’t be thinking about something like that in that particular moment. They were babysitting! How Kurenai could make a comment like that one? Shikamaru wouldn’t start a make out session on his sensei wife’s couch. How dare she to think he would try anything as such pull her into his lap and erase the smug grin, which at this point, he knew it was already a part of her?

He didn’t want to kiss her, or touch her, or grab her hair, or…

Shikamaru gulped. He totally wanted that.

Looking away to take the sight factor, he tried to control himself. He sat next to a baby, damn it. He couldn’t have those kind of thoughts next to such innocent and pure creature.

Somehow, Shikamaru felt Asuma was there and his laugh at seeing his former pupil trying to hold himself together was almost audible.

He heard Temari getting up and moving to the kitchen’s direction, muttering something about water. He didn’t even try to explain her where the room was, as he stared her walking away. His gaze went from her legs to the couch.

He would never look at that couch the same way again.

Taking a deep breath, he cleared his throat, as an attempt to also clean the dirty thoughts in his mind. Sadly, the noise was louder than he expected, and too late, he realized his mistake.

Baby Mirai started crying.

It was amazing how fast a baby cry could push away the inappropriate thoughts in someone’s mind.

By the time Temari appeared at the door, the Nara had already caught the tiny baby in his arms. He walked around the room, slightly shaking the baby in his arms. Her crying filled the whole room.

“Do you want me to..” Temari extended her arms as an offer to grab the baby, which made Shikamaru instantly response to be a raised eyebrow.

“It’s okay.” His words almost couldn’t be hear over the crying noise.

He kept moving around, deciding to try changing Mirai’s position. With all care he could gather, he held her so she was lying in her stomach, hoping this would help her to go back to sleep.

Usually, sleep was never a problem for her. Mirai could sleep everywhere and anywhere. It was something Shikamaru liked to joke saying she got it from him, even though he was aware it wasn’t possible.

Sadly, this time, nothing seemed to work. Thinking it was probably hunger, Shikamaru mentally sighed as looked up from the baby to the couch Temari once were, just to find out she was nowhere to be found.

Frowning, the Nara thought about looking for her when Temari appeared on the door, holding what looks like a baby bottle in her hand, as almost reading his mind. She giggled at the scene in front of her and extend her arms to him. Shikamaru felt his heart racing when he placed the tiny crying baby in her arms.

“How many times have you done this?” She asked over the crying. “I’d think a crybaby would know how to help another.”

Shikamaru scratched the back of his neck, his gaze still following them as she walked directly to the couch, sitting there with little Mirai well placed in her arms. Temari slowly brought the bottle to Mirai’s mouth, the baby eagerly accepted it.

The whole room went quiet.

Temari raised her head, and the question was still there in her face. Her lips curved up in a amusement smile, when Shikamaru replied. “Not as much as you, apparently.”

“I’m the oldest of three.” She said as it was enough explanation, looking again at Mirai.

Shikamaru wanted to ask about it. He was curious to know about her life, her childhood. He wanted to know the things she had been through with Gaara and Kankuro. But as he stared at her, he didn’t open his mouth.

The look on her face was enough to make his breath uneven and he didn’t exactly know why.

It was interesting, to say the least. Shikamaru saw that woman in front of him devastate a whole forrest, witnessed her power up close during the Chunin Exams and destroyed hundreds of enemies in the war and yet, there she was, with the most tender look at her face, which actually just managed to make her even more beautiful.

He looked away when his heart started to pound a little faster than usual. The power she had over him was really a drag sometimes and he felt the need for a smoke.

“What?” She asked.

“What what?”

“What’s wrong?”

The bottle was already in half and Mirai’s little eyes were shut close peacefully.

“What makes you think something is wrong?”

Temari rolled her eyes, but the smile was still there. “I hate when you answer my questions with another question.”

“Do you really?”

If she wasn’t holding to that baby like her life depended on it, Shikamaru was sure she would slip him the finger. The thought just made him smile bigger. Just like that, he noticed the need of a cigarette was gone.

“I will put her on the crib.” Temari informed him, as she left the living room and as he watched her, he noticed he actually needed something.

It wasn’t smoking.

[standreamy]

Boom Baby! My colored extra piece for @GBU_Zine's add-on: NSFHW. 

For this piece I inspired the baby's design on the Zine's fankid, based on poll results and drawn by the awesome @trubwlsum​! Just aged down her a lil bit!

There's a funny background behind this. Basically, it was supposed to be my piece for the main zine, but I totally forgot that there was already a piece with the kid, so i switched my main piece with the add-on one and viceversa! 

Also, Dynamight line for babies is best line

[hotwings0203]

In honor of 320 being as fulfilling as I wanted it to be here’s some tweets that made me laugh abt it

spoiler warning for mha 320 leaks!!

https://twitter.com/DRamadan02/status/1415542926311055360?s=20

https://twitter.com/Christheseal/status/1415551548298469377?s=20

https://twitter.com/trubwlsum/status/1415546626240880641?s=20

https://twitter.com/dyan_dyan_02/status/1415113818871533568?s=20

https://twitter.com/Alizee05043141/status/1415658161030193155?s=20

https://twitter.com/toporoki/status/1415556870161506304?s=20

[dylvaz]

I had this idea in my head for a while and @trubwlsum told me to go for it so here's another Shikatema comic because I love them

[shikamarubase]

His Shadow (A Fic)

[Summary: Temari found an old baby video of Shikadai and forced him to watch it with her.]

“I’m home,” Shikadai called out as the door slammed shut behind him.

No one greeted him back. His eyebrow arched at his mom’s lack of presence at his arrival. She would usually be waiting for him by the door around the time he came home from the academy.

Tired from another gruelingly boring day of staring at his textbooks and shuriken practice, Shikadai contemplated on taking a nap for the rest of the afternoon, before his ears picked up the sound of the television.

He dragged his feet forward and stopped at the doorway connecting the living room and hall.

“Mom?”

He immediately spotted her hair sticking out from over the couch. He couldn’t see her face, but the television blared in front of her, showing a picture of a toddler with dark hair crawling on all fours. His eyes were bright green and curious as he stared at the camera, his tiny arm half-raised as if he was trying to reach out and touch it.

It took Shikadai a second to realize he was staring at his own baby video.

“Oh, welcome back. I didn’t hear you come in.” Temari flashed him a smile from over her shoulder.

“What’re you doing?” His eyes flickered between her and the television, silently asking for an explanation.

“I was clearing the attic when I found this.” She gestured to the screen, where baby Shikadai was gurgling happily at the camera. “I figured it would be fun to watch.”

He blinked at her once. And then twice. Then he strung out a brisk, “Have fun.” before turning his back in preparation for a quick escape.

“Stop right there.” Temari’s commanding voice halted him in his tracks. “Come here and watch it with me.”

Shikadai cursed his inability to disobey his mother, as he sullenly took a seat next to her. He slowly lifted his eyes and immediately winced. His younger self had a big smile on his face as he crawled closer to the camera. He could hear his mom’s breathless voice in the background, urging his dad to grab more toys for him. Seeing himself on TV was both unnerving and embarrassing. He could hardly believe he was the same person as the toddler producing baby sounds at the other end of the screen.

He stole a peek at his mom when he knew she wasn’t looking. A huge smile was splayed across her face as she immersed herself in the video.

“Shikadai~” Startled, he turned his attention back to the screen when Temari’s recorded voice echoed around the room. In the video, her outstretched hand revealed a familiar toy. It was the stuffed deer he had cherished up until he became more interested in books and video games. She gave it a small shake, causing baby Shikadai’s eyes to follow the movement faithfully, almost as if he was in a trance.

When he grabbed the deer with his tiny fingers and hugged it to his chest, Temari let out a triumphant yelp. “See, I told you he would love it.”

“How troublesome.” This time, his dad’s deep voice penetrated the record. The camera joustled a bit when his big hand appeared on screen to pat Shikadai’s small head.

His raised his eyes almost questioningly, opened and closed his mouth a few times, before a hesitant “....um...” escaped his lips.

There was a few seconds of shocked silence before Temari excitedly cried out, “His first words! Do you think he’s trying to say ‘mom’?”

“Isn’t he still a bit too young for that?” Came Shikamaru’s answer. A hint of excitement dripped from his otherwise calm voice.

“Go on, Shikadai. Call me mum.”

Shikadai’s face scrunched in concentration, his tiny fingers tightening around his toy. He made a sound with his throat as he struggled to form a word.

“...sum...trubwlsum...”

Shikadai’s wide eyes stared straight into the camera, head tilted in wonder, as the recording became engulfed in deafening silence.

“T-Temari, I can explain...” Shikamaru nervously spoke up. The volume of his voice seemed to dwindle a bit after every word, and Shikadai could imagine him slowly backing away from the camera.

“Shi-ka-ma-ru!!!” Temari’s enraged voice rang in his ears. Shikadai listened to the sound of hasty footsteps until it completely faded—his dad must’ve broke into a run. Temari let the recorder fall as she made a move to chase after her husband. The sound of Shikadai’s surprised wail filled the room before the recorder clicked shut.

Beside him, Temari chuckled as the screen turned black. “I scolded your father for the rest of the day after that incident. Unbelievable, that man! I told him not to say that in front of you, but of course he didn’t listen.”

Shikadai had listened to various versions of the same story throughout the years, and his mother never lost the zeal of letting him know how infuriated she was. She spoke big, but her eyes twinkled every time she relayed the story, along with a permanent grin etched on her face. Ten years as their child and he knew all about his parents’ dynamic—they often bickered to cover up the affection they have for each other.

Shikadai could gag.

“I’ll be taking a nap.” He removed himself from the couch and exited the living room

Temari called out after him, “What about your homework?”

“I’ll do those troublesome stuff after dinner,” he answered back, one foot already on the staircase.

“I swear, you’re a bit too much like your father sometimes...” He heard her mutter before he went out of earshot.

Shikadai entered his room and immediately jumped into bed, his mind whirring from Temari’s words. ‘You’re so much like your father’ was a phrase he regularly heard while he was growing up. Most people told him he took after his father physically—which he could understand considering he was the mirror image of Shikamaru down to how he wore his hair; the only obvious difference between them was the striking teal eyes he got from his mother.

But as far as he could tell, that was where their similarities end.

Shikamaru was the respected advisor of the seventh Hokage, the village’s second-in-command, and a brilliant stategist who survived the fourth shinobi world war.

Growing up in his father’s shadow was difficult for Shikadai; everyone expected great things from him. He always had to keep himself in check. He was prepped to become the next heir of the Nara Clan—he couldn’t afford to mess up, he refused to let his dad lose face because of him. On the surface, he was a carefree academy student who couldn’t care less about his studies. Classes were a drag—it would be so much easier to sleep through the day and refuse to take exams—yet Shikadai would still find himself reaching for his textbooks and pencil during lessons, do his homework every night, and ace all his exams.

If he was being honest with himself, the hard work and effort he usually masked stemmed from the innate desire not to disappoint his dad. Sure, his mom would nag him to death if he didn’t perform well. Shikadai wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t scared of Temari’s wrath. But this was more than his fear and greater than his lazy nature—

His dad was rarely home.

It wasn’t something Shikadai blamed him for. Shikamaru’s job required long hours in the office; he would be gone by dawn and come back late into the night. Shikadai seldomly saw him, except during his rare day offs. He knew his dad would always make an effort to come home earlier for his family, but some things don’t always go your way. Before long it became the norm to eat dinner without him or go to bed without seeing him the entire day. When he was younger, Temari would pull him aside to explain why he couldn’t see his dad regularly. She always wore a forlorn expression as she spoke, but rather than feeling disheartened Shikadai understood.

Shikamaru was the right-hand man of the Hokage; he had an entire village to worry about. But he always made extra efforts to spend time with him whenever he could. Some nights, Shikadai would suddenly wake up in the middle of the night to find his dad beside his bed, rubbing his head as he bidded him good night. It happened often enough that Shikadai would purposely stay awake to wait for his dad’s late greeting. That’s why, despite Shikamaru’s hectic schedule, Shikadai knew he regarded them as a priority.

And with all the pressure and expectations of the villagers riding on his shoulders, Shikadai didn’t want to add to the weight. That’s why he’ll continue to be a good student and son, and work harder to become a ninja his dad would be proud of.

At the end of the day, he respected Shikamaru too much to let him down.

Reaching the end of his thoughts, Shikadai felt his eyes grow heavier until darkness consumed him.

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Shikadai felt a familiar touch on his head when his eyes cracked open. His room was dark; the only light shining in through the window came from the moon. Sitting beside him, with gentle eyes looking over him, was Shikamaru.

“Dad?” His voice came out as a croak. He blinked a few times in disbelief, as if the shadow of his dad would disappear any second.

Shikamaru gave him a small smile. “Hey, kiddo. Your mom told me to call you up for dinner.”

“Dinner?” Shikadai pulled himself into a sitting position. “That means...you’re home early.”

His dad nodded. “There was less work today, so Naruto told me he would take care of everything else.”

“Cool.”

Shikamaru searched his face. “How was your day? Your mom told me she found your old baby video.”

He shrugged lightly. “Eh. It was a bit of a drag, but I guess it wasn’t too bad. She’ll never let either of us live it down though...troublesome.”

His dad chuckled as he nervously ran a hand through his hair. “I guess I should apologize for being a bad influence on you. I didn’t expect you to copy me.”

“You’re not a bad influence,” he said too quickly and then cleared his throat. “I mean...I wouldn’t be the way I am without you.”

A tender smile broke through Shikamaru’s face as he ruffled his hair. “You could be nothing like me and I’d still be proud of you, son.”

The extra weight on his bed was taken off when his dad stood up. “Now, c’mon. Let’s have dinner. If we eat fast enough, maybe we can play a few rounds of shogi. Didn’t you want a rematch after the last time?”

Shikadai eagerly followed him out of the room, already brimming in excitement for the night ahead.

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A/N: So instead of updating Scarred, I went ahead and wrote a long oneshot while suffering from writer’s block. I honestly don’t know what to do with myself xD So the headcanon that Shikadai is motivated because he didn’t want to trouble Shikamaru sprung in my mind while I was writing. I’m disappointed with myself for not considering this until now. I know I always say Shikadai got his motivation/competitveness from Temari, but who knows the real reason right? I completely enjoyed writing from Shikadai’s perspective—I’ve never really explored his character in a fic until now. I even added some fluff for old time’s sake😂 I hoped y’all liked it. And as always, thank you so much for reading <3

[shikanaradai]

As i have said before Shikadai and Boruto argue a lot. Do u think the disagreements between them might lead to them breaking up in the future

Funny enough the angst man, @trubwlsum , mentioned something about this to us 😫 I’ll just put the story:

Based on this little angst story and from my thoughts, IF THEY WERE TO EVER BREAK OFF THEIR FRIENDSHIP I don’t think Boruto and Shikadai will break off from disagreements, more like betrayal. Though we will NEVER want that and I highly doubt SP and Kishimoto-sensei will do such things... Kishimoto-sensei, please have mercy 😭

Hope ya enjoy this angst story tho 🤣🤣

[athena-write]

@trubwlsum I saw your post so i tried this. I don't think it's my best work but meh.

Suna had always been powerful, whether it was political power or economic one. However Konoha had more goods to from earth and so had more wealth and power than the land of wind. That caused unrest between the two countries, especially suna, escalating to a attack on Konoha.

That had happened when he was twelve years of age, small, unknowing of the terrors of war. He had only wanted to finish the exams, which he was sure he would not pass and continue with his normal and average life.

Suna had attacked their country then, in the middle of a battle between two powerful genin. They had sided with the snake, a traitor of the leaf and so at the end they had blamed it all on him and Konoha and Suna were turned into alies.

When the shinobi war came Suna nins were between them. Their kage, Gaara had done his best at keeping the country on check and did a pretty good job on it. However, a great Kage as he was he lost his life battling Madara along with the Raikage.

Having no time, Suna choose their kage, a man with strong intellect and deadly justsu. He was charismatic enough to make them believe he was like Gaara, make them think he wanted to strengthen their bonds. How foolish they had been.

That all changed a year after the war. Suna had made a pact with the land of silence and together they attacked Konoha yet again making old friends fight each other. He had wanted to even court someone from Suna. Just a week ago he was thinking how to ask her out. Now he was in the battle field battling her head on head.

He had been so worried by his own problems, he hadn't realised how quiet she had been during their meetings nor the guilty gazes she threw at him. Even when he did notice he paid them no heed something which was a grave mistake.

At the moment he was fighting against her, his shadows suffocating her and her winds cutting wounds into him. He knew he just couldn’t kill her and so he opted to knock her out, something he did out of love perhaps.

He knew they could never have it, the romance he longed for. They were from two countries at war, a thing that had bracken so many countries.

“Forgive me"

Forgive me for the love I was too coward to show you. Forgive me for being so stupid and not realising your pain. Forgive me. All those words left unsaid.

“Forgive me"

She said as well. Forgive me for not being honest. Forgive me for not telling I loved you soon enough. Forgive me. All the words she couldn't say.

Fate had decoded to make them fight instead of love, and when they found the spark they needed, it drowned them in more tragedy in more war, as if they hadn't seen comrades die at their hands, brother and fathers. This was the worst fate could do, pair them against each other to freeze their hearts, instead of showering them with love.

[mhacentral]

trubwlsum

[shikastemari]

░ practice, kamijirou.

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“Have you never heard of knocking?”

Jirou put her bass down onto the bed beside her and folded her arms across her chest, watching Kaminari stroll into her room as if it belonged to him. He carried with him a guitar with both hands while he looked around for a place to sit.

“I heard the music from outside, so I thought now would be a good time for you to help me perfect my guitar notes,” he explained. He made himself comfortable on the chair across from her. “Plus, knocking would give you the possibility of saying no. How could I risk it?”

“And you assumed I had nothing better to do than teach you how to play guitar?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Bakugo will kill me if I don’t rock this,” he passed his hand over the guitar resting on his lap, “and I don’t think you’ll live comfortably knowing you could’ve saved me from a terrible faith.”

“I’m seriously considering to help Bakugo on this.”

Kaminari opened his mouth in dramatic agape. “What kind of hero are you? You can’t let me die!”

“The kind that likes her privacy,” Jirou shot back, narrowing her eyes, and earning a sigh from Kaminari in response.

Suddenly, he stood up and walked towards her door. She tried to ignore the bad taste it left on her mouth seeing him leave, but still, she refused to say anything. She had a reputation to uphold and not even Kaminari Denki would—

The door shut with a loud thud. She didn’t even have the time to feel guilty when she heard three knocks on her door immediately follow, and she did her best to restrain her smile.

She sighed in defeat. “Fineeeee,” she yelled, loud enough for him to hear.

It didn’t take him too long to be sitting on the chair across her again. “I knew you didn’t want me getting killed.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Okay, so show me what you got.”

Kaminari positioned the guitar on his legs and wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and finally, he let his fingers move. The sound was rusty and at times he would get a note completely off, but, Jirou had to admit, he had potential.

Once done, he looked up with a satisfied grin on his face. “So? Not bad, huh?”

“Not good either,” she replied, quickly wiping it off. “Your tempo isn’t right because you’re doing it too softly. It’s a guitar. Put some pressure on the strings, like this.”

Jirou pulled her bass to her lap and did a simple note, trying her best to be as instructive as she could.

Kaminari analyzed her fingers moving and tried to imitate her. His attempt wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t what she was aiming for either. “Try again.”

He did it again and Jirou was sure the resulting sound was worse than before. She didn’t know how he managed to do it.

“Kaminari, are you trying to become a villain? That almost murdered my ears.”

“Hey, it isn’t that easy, smartass.”

Jirou got up from her bed and kneeled in front of Kaminari. Without giving too much thought, she reached out for his hand and gently repositioned it, showing him the right way to go about it. She did it again another three times.

“See? It’s not that hard, dumbass,” she said, moving her glance from the guitar on his lap up to his eyes. He saw staring at something, and pretty attentively at that. She did her best to follow his line of sight and realized she hadn’t let go of his hand yet.

“Hm,” Jirou said, dropping his hand abruptly as if he’d sent an electric bolt into her system. “So, try it.”

Kaminari blinked a few times, before looking down at his guitar and imitated the movement Jirou did before. He did it flawlessly this time, and she couldn’t help but shoot him a big grin.

They spent the next hour like that. Kaminari would do something wrong, Jirou would guide his hand, show him what he was supposed to be doing. He’d pout and frown at his fingers and then do it again until he nailed it. Rinse and repeat.

Jirou was pretty happy with his development and she realized this whole thing was a lot easier than she initially expected. But that excitement was quickly replaced by nervousness when she heard a request come out of her new student’s mouth.

“Sing something.”

Jirou could feel her cheeks getting red and she had to fight the strong urge to hide her face behind her covers, or the closest thing to her.

Mostly because the closest thing happened to be Kaminari.

“Bu-but why?” she asked, already shaking her head and leaning back instinctively.

“You mentioned my tempo was off, right? I wanna see if I can get it right with your voice now. I mean, that’s the whole point we’re doing this, right?” He shrugged. “To put on a show.”

It was as if the right words to argue against it had escaped from her. So Jirou stared at him one last time, before turning her head in another direction and closing her eyes.

She didn’t know what she was supposed to be singing; she just let her mind form the words and sang them. After just a few seconds of adlibbing, she noticed there wasn’t a guitar following her lead.

Jirou opened her eyes, frowning to Kaminari. He conspicuously turned his head and she wondered why he even bothered at all.

Jirou said, “Why aren’t—“

“I was trying to—well, you know how it works,” he stumbled on his own words, “I had to get a feeling of the music, you know? Of course, you know, because of you—“

“Okay,” Jirou interrupted, trying to redeem his dignity for him. “Another shot?”

“Yes,” he promptly answered. He hesitantly coughed into his fist and kept all his focus onto his guitar this time. “Let’s do it.”

Jirou inhaled once. She began to sing again, but this time with no closed eyes and no head turning. She kept her stare at Kaminari and watched how his fingers moved almost naturally against the strings. There was something that put her at ease every time a note would fade away. She was surprised by how much he had learned in so little time, but she wasn’t about to stroke his ego right now.

Once the music was over, neither said anything. The room was filled with a good atmosphere, his last notes still hovering around them. They just stared at each other and smiled. Shy, yet genuine smiles.

Kaminari cleared his throat, “Thank you for not letting me die.”

“I did this for the concert, not you,” she quickly added.

“Right,” he said, getting up and offering his hand to help her do the same.

Jirou ignored his offer anyway and got up by herself.

“Can we do it again?” he asked, already walking towards the door.

“To keep you from murdering people with your off-notes? I’ll do it. It’s a public service.”

His pout was totally worth the jab.

She followed him towards the door and watched him carry his guitar on his back. Just as she prepared to close the door, she saw Asui and Tokoyami conversing in the hallway. The two approached her as they watched Kaminari walk in the opposite direction.

“He’s really good with the guitar now, ribbet,” Tsu assured with a finger pressed against her chin. They must have heard through the walls.

“His online classes have been proven beneficial,” Tokoyami followed.

Jirou frowned. Online classes?

“Since when did he start taking classes?” Jirou asked, both her hands raised to her hips as she jutted her chin forward to interrogate. He didn’t mention anything about these “online classes.” Hell, knowing him, it was likely just a couple of YouTube tutorials.

“Two weeks,” Tokoyami replied. “Soon after the two of us had been selected as participants. I had joined him initially to further my own abilities, but...” He dramatically lowered his head down with a visibly troubled expression, staring intently at both his hands. “...I had fallen victim to the F chord yet again, and could no longer commit to the classes. He continued on, however.”

This managed to throw her off course more than she already had been. None of this was adding up, and the only person that probably could make sense of it, was...

She forced her way through the small gap between Tsu and Tokoyami and headed straight for the door, peaking her head out and taking generous glances in both directions of the hallway.

...Kaminari.

The idiot had already made his escape, and reaffirming it with her own eyes really didn’t help the twinge of disappointment she felt. She did a double take at the thought, projected a dumbstruck expression, internally slapped herself and recognized she probably had enough human interaction for one day.

She ushered the last two uninvited guests out the door, reassuring Tokoyami that she’d help out with his ‘laborious training to conquer the F chord,’ whatever that meant, on the way out.

She closed the door shut, slow to minimize creaks, and waited for the click, before quickly spinning on her heels to press her back against the door. She let go of whatever was willing her to stand upright and underwent a prolonged fall to the floor, then began rhythmically tapping the back of her head against the door once down there.

Why?

And only he could answer that lone-word question. Jirou had two options: wait until the next time they bumped into each other to question him, or text him about it right now. It all depended on her level of curiosity to know what the hell was going on.

Her hand reached down to her pocket, grabbing her phone and unlocking it effortlessly. She opened up her messenger app and scrolled down to his number. It was a while since they last texted, but it was pretty easy locating the glorious picture of him in his short-circuited state, with a single strand of drool that refuse to be contained in his mouth and a lazy eye needing employment.

She absent-mindedly stared at their last conversation and considered her options on how she’d maybe bring it up. Would she play it cool to see how he goes about it first? Or throw the truth about the classes directly at him without warning? Or maybe the subtle hint route would be the right way to go about this? What if telling him about it backfires and ends up canceling their next practice?

Just then, “online” appeared under his name.

Startled, the phone slipped from her grasp and she juggled with it to keep it from falling to the floor before finally getting a good grip on it, immediately closing the app and putting her phone down onto her lap.

Okay, maybe it could wait for another time.

Just then, her phone lit up. She picked it back up again, and was presented with a picture of said short-circuited idiot with a message beneath it: when r we doin our next seshion?

She was done restraining her snicker and threw her head back, reclining the back of it against the door. What an idiot.

Guess I found another time.

[innocent-dumpling]

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