EP. ONE
(five months, two weeks, and six days)
“This is so humiliating.” He utters under his breath, resisting the urge to sigh.
Sakura laughs from up above where she’s straddling his hips, and Shikamaru fights the small smile that wants to form. “No one is even here to see you, Shika.”
“ Still ,” he says defiantly, trying to roll his eyes. Sakura is quick to slap him lightly on the arm, “Stay still.” She says with the concentration of a trained doctor about to perform a lifesaving surgery. Hell, he might actually need one before this is over.
There's a few more quiet filled seconds before the pinkette leans back a little, causing Shikamaru to automatically grab her hips in case she’d fall. “There.” She says, capping the mascara in her hands and putting it away in her makeup bag on the bed next to him. She studies him for a few more seconds, “You actually look… really fucking hot.”
Her words and intense stare cause him to blush, and he looks around her to look in the floor length mirror leaning against their wall across their bed. Shikamaru has his hair half up half down, with mascara and black lipstick on. A little bit of eyeliner lines his eyes as well. He actually… does look kind of hot. He doesn’t know how his devil of a woman convinced him to do this.
Sakura turns around to face the mirror and he tightens his grip on her hips to secure her more. Her smile is blinding and Shikamaru can’t help but look upon her like she’s his world. “So how d’you like it?”
He looks up at her and smiles at her side profile, “Well, I don’t hate it.”
Sakura turns back around to face him, and gently brings her hands up to his face. They touch noses and Sakura giggles while he smiles at her, and she’s suddenly overwhelmed with happiness at the moment. “ See , I knew yo-”
Right in the middle of Sakura’s sentence, the door to their apartment bedroom slams open to Shikamaru’s childhood and current best friends, Ino and Choji.
Sakura squeals in surprise and tries to hide her boyfriend's face, because she knows one of the main reasons he didn’t want to do this is because he didn’t want any of their friends to see, but it seems the damage has already been done when Ino gawks at them while Choji lets out a disbelieving laugh, that quickly turns into full blown laughter. Shikamaru appreciates Sakura’s efforts though.
“Why do you look like that, Shika?” Ino inquires as she tries to hide the smile threatening to consume her face with a perfectly manicured hand. (She’s doing an awfully terrible job at it.)
“Oh my god, dude.” Choji wheezes, still clutching his stomach and leaning against the door frame.
Shikamaru scowls while unexplainable fury rises within him. He lightly pushes Sakura to the bed under them. Sakura tries and ultimately fails to keep her snickers at bay.
Shikamaru stands up and marches up to them like the hidden diva he is, “Ok, no, fuck you. I look hot.” This completely breaks Ino and she goes leaning into Choji. Her laughter is contagious and soon Sakura’s resolve is breaking, and she can’t help but let out full belly laughs.
Shikamaru’s anger simmers into exasperation as he basks in his important people’s laughter. Ino and Choji are so lucky Sakura is here to make him levelheaded, or he would be kicking their asses.
Although he does once again consider that when they take out their phones to record him. (They do it in perfect synchrony. They’ve always had this weird telepathy thing.)
Shikamaru’s scowl returns and he sticks up his middle fingers, pushing his way between his closet friends and out of his bedroom; for the first time not really thinking about where he’s going to go when he leaves the room, because, yes, he loves his girlfriend more than anything, and he admittedly does look hot with makeup on, but he is not going to give his other friends fire to use against him.
“Hey, we didn’t say you didn’t look hot!” Choji yells from his spot still in the doorway.
Deep breaths, deep breaths.