Despair, anger, emptiness.
Rage.
Nothing could describe what he was feeling now. As he sat in his room, with salty tracks making their way down his face. He failed, how could he? Asuma had died, and there was nothing he could do. He stubbornly wiped at his eyes, but the image of his sensei kept popping up in his head, and more tears forced their way out.
Knock.
He ignored the knocking, and as the door opened, he looked up through swollen, puffy eyes. The blurry outline of Hikari barely registered in his mind.
"Shikamaru..."
And then he snapped.