Shikamaru frowned as a hand intercepted his as he reached for the final bottle of ketchup left on the marketâs shelves. Somehow, pondering over his grocery list had left him blocked out to his surroundingsâan uncommon slip up. The lack of sleep was getting to him after all. How annoying.
Ah, but now the hand thatâd reached for the ketchup bottle as the same time as he proved to be the more irritating issue at hand. His eyes shot to lock onto its owner, a deep frown already creasing at the sight of blonde hair âperfectâ, feminine eyelashes âjust greatâ, and⌠a very familiar face?
A-mazing. It was the girl from the classes heâd dropped in on.
âI need it more than you do.â A greeting failed to decorate his intentions and he almost chastised himself for not making it easier to get away. From experience, he knew she could prove to be troublesome, and he wasnât in his best state of mindâŚ