Who the hell was it this time? Shikamaru grunted from the comfort of his bed, throwing one of his pillows at the ground as if that would suddenly make the noise go away. In the frequency and inconsideration that the person was pushing the buzzer, he had an idea of who it was that was calling for his attention at such an inopportune time.
That made him even more wary of opening the door, and instead, he placed a pillow over his head as he rolled to the side, trying to fall back to sleep.
It took him ten minutes to realize that he'd been woken up for good, and in a foul mood, he slid ever so slowly to the side of the bed, his feet touching the floor. It was summer, but the floor was still cold—enough to wake him up completely, because despite his reputation of being a constant sleeper, he was a light sleeper. Meaning he hadn't gotten an undisturbed, full night's worth of rest for as long as he could remember.
He slowly walked towards the front door and opened it, still in his green gym shorts and a grey t-shirt. Unlocking the door, he caught a glimpse of blonde hair and a displeased face that he was all too familiar with, and upon confirming her identity within a span of a second, he closed the door in her face.
(But he didn't lock it.)
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