A/N: Hello! After these small POVs of each character, the real story begins. It's the same format, I'll be focusing on Ino, then Shikamaru and lastly Chōji, each story will be told in their perspective and focusing mostly on that character. It has been a bit complicated writing this story, but I'll do my best! Anyways, here's the last POV, I hope you are enjoying this story xoxo.
My name is Akimichi Chōji. I belong to the clan with big bones, that is the Akimichi Clan. Although some people say we're just fat, I don't think so. Besides, most of my chakra comes from what I eat, my family has this special kind of jutsu that just absorbs all your calories, so we have to eat a lot constantly. I also belong to the famous Ino-Shika-Chō trio, I think my friends and I are the 16th generation, but I'm not that sure.
After the Fourth Shinobi War, everything went downhill. My friends and I stopped hanging out as much as we used to. I hate to say it, but I'm sure it was because of what happened to Inoichi and Shikaku. I surely felt left out, they started hanging out without telling me. However, I know they weren't doing it with bad intentions, I know they found healing in each other's company, they were going through the same thing and I wasn't able to understand any of their feelings since I still had my father with me.
I decided to get psychological help because I thought it would be easier to face and accept everything that happened with professional help. Even though I didn't lost my father, fighting Asuma's revived body was a really hard thing for me to process. I started going some weeks after the war ended and for me, it was the best decision. I had a safe space to cry and express my feelings without feeling too exposed. I actually suggested my friends to go with me, but they refused. Ino said she could get over it alone and that she didn't need any help at all, Shikamaru said almost the same thing, he said that if he kept his mind busy with shōgi and missions he would be able to get over it, or at least forget it.
At the beginning I was angry they wouldn't want to go to the psychologist with me. I was seeing them go through everything and I felt so desperate, I told my mom I would force my friends to go with me, but she told me that if I did that they would return to that unhealthy and destructive lifestyle since they thought they didn't have a problem. Basically, they needed to realise they needed it, hit bottom, to finally accept any type of help.
