dedicated to akahshi
"You won’t let me win, huh?"
"Well… you’d throw a fit if I did…"
Yawning, tears prickled at his eyes as he stretched, waiting for Temari to figure out her next move. She had come over, having free time and waiting on either Kankuro or Gaara to go back to Suna.
Fan set to the side along with her bag, she walked around his living room until finding a chessboard, setting it up and telling him to get his ass over to the couch.
Bed to couch was far.
They’d played five games so far and Shikamaru won every one, and starting the fourth game she’d snapped at him to start letting them drag out so long if he could finish it in half the time.
(He could, but he also didn’t want to get yelled at on a nice cloudy day.)
Leaning forward, his eyes skimmed over the board and he moved his knight and leaned back against the couch again with a groan. “Temari… I was napping…”
She scoffed. “I’m keeping your brain sharp.”
"Aah… I’m tired…"
One eye opening, he stretched and turned away to hide a slight smirk. Although he acted as if he was about ready to fall asleep, this was probably one of the more serious games he’d played in a while (although it wasn’t too hard to be better at Naruto or Kiba at chess…)
After all, very few people could last in a game for fifteen or more minutes with him.