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The deer grazed peacefully at the small grassy clearing in the Nara clan forest. The sun barely sank below the forest silhouette, slowly cooling the air as heat dissipated.
Deer duties done for the day.
Shikamaru let out a huge groan as he collapsed onto a thick carpet of overgrown grass. Then another steady thud followed as the weight of her body settled on the gap between his arm and chest. Both flat over the surface and shaded by the sparse tree branches studded with white tabebuia blossoms as they watched the sky.
Today’s clouds were wispy and fluffy like cotton candy.
A bunch of blonde ponytails shuffled, so that they fit cozily over his shoulder crease.
“Temari.”
“Hm?”
“Give me your hand,” Shikamaru quipped, “I will tell you your future.”
She glanced to give him a sinister look. “Since when the smart strategist turned to fortune-telling?”
“Why not. A new job would be fun and refreshing,” he joked. His hand grasped hers and brought it up, blocking their sky view.
“Here,” he pressed on a short line, “This small crease means you will laugh at my worst jokes.”
“All of your jokes make me furious,” she replied, unimpressed. Shikamaru stifled, clearing his throat.
“This one,” his fingertips drew a longer line, “Means you’ll forgive me when I burn dinner.”
Clicking her tessen beside her, she threatened, “My storm will blow you to Suna if you do.” His eyebrows furrowed, making a mental note, “Uh yeah. That’s… troublesome.”
Continuing, “Now, this one,” he tapped on her palm. Temari lifted her head to look closer, “What? Where?”
“No, no, don't look too closely,” Shikamaru giggled as he nudged her head down onto the grass by the forehead, only to be counter attacked and wrestled down by Temari, a forearm wedged firm onto his throat.
He coughed, voice ruffled by the force, “This one means you’ll stay forever.”
“Pffft,” Temari laughed out hard, falling back to her original spot.
“I know, I know,” he simpered, “I have no gift for prophecy.”
“But...”
Shikamaru gently reached back for her hand, encircled and kissed each scar on her calloused palm—the proof of the battering intensity of her training. His fingers interlocked with hers, drawing her hand close to his chest.
“I have your palm pressed warm against mine.”
Her heart raced, in sync with his, drumming against his ribcage.
“And that, my love," his lips taut against the back of her hand, "Feels close enough to certainty.”
At last, her fortress began to crumble—face washing up in deep pink, green eyes softer, lips still hesitant to express delight.
His kisses nuzzled longer on her hand—owning, claiming. Then it stopped, as Shikamaru fidgeted on her fingers, his mind seeking clarity and validity to attempt again—for the fifth time.
He exhaled, heavy but hopeful.
“Marry me.”
“What. No!" she jumped, a leering look shot to him.
“Tch. You troublesome woman,” he fumed, “It’s not a question.”
She had always been proud, not wanting to admit things that could translate as weakness, things like love and emotions. But secretly, she loved it when Shikamaru cornered and conquered her like this, because it was times like these she knew that he was absolutely sure what he wanted.
“I’m telling you, Temari.”
She gasped.
“Marry me.”
Dissolving into warmth, a small smile curved up her lips, as she melted completely. Temari traced the edges of his face, hooked her thumb over his lower lip, and sealed his lips like a promise.
The answer was unspoken, but there was no need for words when the action echoed louder than everything else.
Temari towered over him, golden ponytails waving in the breeze, bright eyes, blushed cheeks, wide grin, her face brilliant against the cloud-stained blue sky.
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he holds her hand. not even the grandest gesture, not a declaration before a crowd or some impossible act of devotion sung into history. just his hand finding hers as though it belongs there, as though it always has.
and somehow temari thinks it is one of the biggest things anyone has ever done for her.
she grew up with no one to hold her hand. she learned how to cross every threshold alone. there was never a hand at her shoulder to steady her, never fingers brushing the small of her back to urge her onward, never a palm reaching for hers in the dark just to say, without words, i am here.
she became capable because she had to be. she mistook solitude for strength. she carried herself through every storm and every silence until she no longer noticed the weight of doing everything alone.
then he takes her hand.
and suddenly it all makes sense.
why sakura would smile to herself for no reason at all. why ino seemed softer around the edges whenever love was mentioned. why hinata looked at the world as though some secret kindness had been revealed to her and her alone.
it is not merely that his hand is warm.
it is that something inside her, something long abandoned and dust-covered, rises to meet it.
his rough palm circles her wrist and it feels like a door opening. a door she had forgotten existed. years ago it had shut quietly inside her, and she had gone on living as though nothing was missing. now it swings wide.
the strange loneliness she has carried for so long loosens its grip.
he anchors her.
not by holding her back, but by giving her somewhere to return to.
for the first time in her life, the world feels less like a landscape she must survive and more like a place she might belong in.
she thinks, fleetingly, of all the years she spent believing she needed no one. how fiercely she guarded herself. how proudly.
and yet here she is, undone by the simple weight of his hand around hers.
it is almost embarrassing, how much tenderness can live inside such a small thing.
she does not tell him any of this.
she only lets her fingers curl more tightly between his.
but somewhere deep within her, a lonely girl who learned too early how to walk by herself finally stops walking alone.
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