If there was one thing he could trust, it was his instincts. His instincts pointed him out to the one girl in class who he labeled as most likely to be paying attention and smart enough to actually understand what was being explained in class. And in all his analysis, Shikamaru took the time to sit next to the pink-haired anomaly, crossing his arms, lowering his head, and falling into a light slumber because he was just the type of person who just had to sleep.
He thought too much. To him, just sitting around and waiting for sleep to overtake him in bed was probably asking too much of his life. No, he needed to be doing something, keep away from a blank mind, and other useless excuses in order to be able to sleep.
So, he reasoned, him sleeping through class wasn't his fault. He didn't choose to be born with a mind that moved too fast for his own good—why should he be held accountable for it? As long as he got the end results, that's what mattered the most. It was what he believed in, and would always believe in.
Quite the opposite from one Haruno Sakura.
Elbowed on the shoulder, Shikamaru mumbled something underneath his breath before letting out a quiet yawn just as the professor finished his lecture. Not even opening his eyes, he waited in that way that made him look like the laziest son of a bitch in the classroom—lazier than the entire class population put together.
("Class is over, but recitation will start in fifteen minutes.")
"What a pain."
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