"He could be trouble," Shikamaru drawled lazily, watching from her bed as Temari checked her face once again in the mirror. She glared at his reflection.
"Shut it. This is the first time I've been asked out in months and I'm not going to let you ruin it for me."
He shrugged and leaned back, staring at the clouds outside her window.
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
Hours later, Temari opened the door to her bedroom and slammed it, ignoring the muffled groans from the other occupants of the house. She wiped her eyes and sniffed, flinging her bag into the corner and kicking her shoes off. A sound at her window made her whirl around, but it was just Shikamaru climbing in.
They stared at each other for a few seconds before he opened his arms wide. She sniffed, willing herself to remain strong, but her tears were falling down her face and she had flung herself into Shikamaru's arms without a second thought.
He held her tight, just letting her cry into his shoulder. After a while, after she calmed down, he turned his head and pressed his lips to her hair.
"I warned you," he said softly.
She sniffed.
"You didn't warn hard enough," she murmured back.