Shikamaru Nara, a boy only four years old, sat in the local daycare. Believe it or not, many families drop their children off for the day while they have business and other things to attend to while no one is at home to watch their young. The boy with his hair in a high spiky ponytail sat at one of the tables. There weren't many kids left- their parents usually came earlier than Shikaku Nara, the boys father.
Not too long after Shikamaru sat down at the large green rectangular table, one of the ladies who worked there stood in front of the small child. "Hello, Shikamaru." She started with a smile, "If I gave you some paper and crayons would you want to color for a little while?" The smile never left her face. She was also very committed to her job. Shikamaru shrugged his small shoulders. Two seconds later, a box of crayons and a piece of paper were placed on the table in front of the boy- the woman was gone and approaching another child. Sighing, Shikamaru took off the crayon s box cover and picked up a random color. Realizing the crayons color he picked up was a peach color, he started a shape similar of one s head.
Shikamaru didn't really have an idea of what- or should I say, whom- he was drawing, but it soon came to his mind when a larger figure sat down beside him in the miniature chairs. Blinking with realization, the boy sits up and tries to cover the picture with his small arms. The male next to him chuckled. The said male that was next to Shikamaru was his father. Shikaku Nara was a young enough looking father in this mid to late 20's. Already seeing half of his son's picture- and wanting to see more, he slides Shikamaru's arms off to the left and held the picture up in front of his face to get a better look.
Out of embarrassment, Shikamaru drops his chin down on the table- a small blush trailing across his cheeks and a tiny pout placed on his lips. Shikaku chuckled once again after getting a better look at his son's art. It was a picture of him in this usual Shinobi attar- his vest and weapons clearly visible. Shikaku rests his palm against his cheek and smiles down at his four year old son. Noticing that he's still pouting from his embarrassment, the older male gets out of the chair and pats his son s head. "Come on, Shikamaru. Let s get going." His was arm stretched out for the boy to get up and walk with his father.
Once they were finally on their way home- and Shikamaru comfortably placed on his father's shoulders-, Shikaku spoke up. "This would go so nice on the refrigerator, don't you think?" He said teasingly. Shikamaru huffed, which only moved a smirk to the adult s face. The two continued to walk home in a comfortable silence. Shikaku not even mentioning out loud that his wife will faun over the drawing that their son had made.
A/N: Hey guys :) Here is something I pulled together after look at a picture on Tumblr (It's the picture cover for the fanfic) It's been a while, hasn't it? I'm sorry .
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