The morning sun warmed the village gates as Shikamaru fell into step beside you, his eyes lingering a little too long before he smirked like he already knew the effect it had. “Tch… troublesome—try not to look that good on missions,” he muttered, though the faint pink on his cheeks betrayed exactly how glad he was that you were there.
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@bothieholequeenThe morning air wrapped around the village like a familiar haori—crisp and clean, carrying the distant clatter of Konoha waking up. Golden light spilled over the rooftops, catching the dew that still clung to the gate's wooden frame.
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