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Overall, Shikamaru is a nice guy with a bad reputation. He'll befriend whoever the hell he wants and do whatever the hell he wants regardless of what people say about him or anyone else—so long as it doesn't take too much effort. People also wonder how he gets the marks he gets, given that they never really see him take a step into the library, much less study in general. His genius status and his TA position within the biology and chemistry department makes him the type of student that no one wants to approach out of the blue—until it's time for finals, of course.

And of course, he's a horrible misogynist. Feminists, have at him.

First person writing sample: The alarm keeps ringing. It's a pain in the ass to move from the bed and turn it off, but the thing is, the sound is getting pretty annoying. If you think about it, once you get out of your bed, your safety zone, there's nothing but more boredom out there. You wake up, go to class, eat, go to class, hang out, go to class, come back, eat, lounge around, sleep—rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat until the process is drilled into your fucking brain.

But that's kind of what life is, you know? You find the joy in every little boring thing that you do, however annoying it is, and you turn it into a routine that you're comfortable with. That's what everyone does, and hell, that's what I'm doing to this very day, because that's what life is and we get used to it, whether we like it or not.

As for me, I'm not sure where I stand on this matter.

The average life expectancy of a man is around 80 years. That's 960 months, 29,200 days, 700,800 hours, to 42,048,000 minutes. Make the best of your life. You only live once. Yeah, yeah. I get it.

I understand that. I understood it, even before I met him. Even now, four years down the line, I still can't see the point of his words, even though he always said that there was nothing complicated about it. No tricks. No fancy semantics. Nothing. It's annoying, a pain in the ass, and most of all, pretty damn troublesome to even think about it, but I can't help it in the end.

Twenty minutes into the alarm, I get out of bed.

Rinse and repeat.

Third person writing sample: 'You could do better.'

After all these years, those words were still as clear as day. He could do better, was doing better, but something was always holding him back. Was he bored of this day-to-day life? Was he afraid of letting the people around him down? Was he afraid of attention? There were some things in life that Shikamaru always had the answers to, from factual to philosophical. But he found that the most important things in life, there were no way to formulate a comprehensive answer to. It was annoying, but at the same time as predictable as life always was, just like how two plus two was always four, drugs were bad, money made the world go 'round.

Two, seven, four.

Shikamaru watched with mildly disinterested eyes at the quiet class in front of him, writing away as if their lives depended on it. And in a way, it did, because every exam for a Medical Sciences major was a life or death matter. Something caught his attention from the corner of his eye, but at the screech of a chair being pushed back, Shikamaru shook his head and extended his hand, elbow resting against the surface of the table.