Who: Shikamaru, Ino
What: ... one-sided friendship except not really.
Where: High school.
When: Three years ago, second year of high school. (Japan only has 3 years of high school.)
Warnings: So backdated. And references to sex. And STDs.

Shikamaru had always thought class was easy. That is, until one teacher started giving a damn about what was going on in his head. Crossing his arms, he leaned back on his chair while staring at the blackboardeam, before throwing his arms up and sighing, not really caring to solve the problem presented to him.

"I told you," he started, holding back a yawn and failing. "I don't know the answer."

The blackboard eraser hit him in the head, and the teacher scoffed. "I call bullshit. Come up to the board and do the problem."

But fact of the matter was, it was too much of a pain in the ass to walk all the way to the front of the class, much less stand up. Instead, he stared at the board in his usual lazy manner, wondering why this teacher kept picking on him. Sure, he knew the answer to the problem. But that didn't mean other students, who were more willing to show off their prowess, didn't either. Instead, he sighed and picked up a pencil and paper from the desk behind him, writing down two or three lines, before folding the paper up into an airplane and tossing it to the front of the class.




It was a good thing the bell rang to save his ass from a lecture from hell. As if on cue, he gave the notebook back to his neighbor before slumping forward, ready to take a nap.

Nara Shikamaru was notorious for never leaving his seat in school. And this was a prime example of it.