Hypocrite
"We have nothing between us Tenten." He avoids her eyes; if he looks into them he's afraid he'll lose himself forever.
"That's not true, and you know it."
"We have nothing between us." He repeated. They didn't! He had thought it over, analyzed it, spent sleepless nights staring up at the ceiling. It was true they had nothing. Logic was pointing to it with a big, flashing, neon sign. "You're the one who said we were just friends."
"You say, no- you think we're just friends." Her voice is flat.
"Those are the facts. Don't be such a hypocrite Tenten."
Head snapping up in frustration, she snaps "What is it with these goddamn prodigies? Love isn't logical, Shikamaru, love doesn't make sense; it's not supposed to!"
He doesn't say anything, watching their shadows flicker in the faint sunlight.
"Maybe I could believe you…"
His head snaps up.
"…if what you said wasn't so different from what you do." Tenten says softly.
She turns as if to walk away, only to offer a parting shot.
Hypocrite.