"Hey, Temari?" Temari paused from devouring her ramen and looked at her friend, Shikamaru. "What?" She said, slurping up a large amount of the noodles. "You eat a lot. No wonder you weigh―"
Ramen spurted out of Temari's mouth, her eyes widening in suprise. She spun around to face him. "Shut up, you pineapple-haired freak," she yelled, pounding the table with her fist, "your best friend eats way more than I do, so don't you dare make a comment like that!"
Shikamaru shrugged. "Yes, but you're a girl," he stated, obviously believing it to be a sufficient explanation.
"So?" Temari stabbed back, pointing her chopsticks threateningly at his face, "That doesn't mean you can go around calling people fat."
"Hey, I never said that weight was a bad thing," Shikamaru said,
calmly poking at his ramen.
"Eh?" Temari lower her chopsticks slightly in surprise, "What's that supposed to mean?" Shikamaru looked at her. "Well, all that food seems to be going to your bo―" cutting off as she punched him. "Don't be such a perv, idiot," she yelled, a blush running rampant across her face. She stomped off, blushing and cursing.
Shikamaru sighed. 'Why do I even like that crazy woman,' he thought, then replaced with the memory of Temari's blushing face. Shikamaru smirked, 'she really is cute when she blushes,' he thought and turned to his ramen, thinking how troublesome it would be to get her to do it again, and his next strategy on how to do so.
A/N: Hello again, and I hope you enjoyed reading this! I'll warn you now that updates won't be anywhere near regular, (I take forever to write anything and I'm lazy :'/ ). However, I'll try and write faster if anyone likes this. *optimism*
Thank you for reading *bows*