Temari POV
Once the holiday break for the harvest festival was over, school really started to bust our balls. Christmas break was three weeks away. Teachers must have all ban together to assign every last assessment, plus arrange mid terms for those three weeks away. Of course, I'd never tell anyone how stressed I was. On the outside, I remained a stoic, expressionless, and in control female.
"hey Temari, could you help me with this-"
"I'm fucking busy, so scram, kid!"
I'm practically a brick wall. Nothing gets to me.
In History of the Shinobi, not only did we need to know thousands of years of history and its consequence on the modern world, we also had a research project and an oral presentation to go with it. But no, that wasn't my main concern. The absolute worst part of this mess of a class, by far, was the fact that it was a partner research project.
Of-fucking-course, I was partnered with Shikamaru. Neither of us had a say in the matter, he was my partner in most classes, being my guide and everything. That damn lazy ass, he wasn't about to enthusiastically finish his work with a smile, that's for sure. No, that lazy ass would not do his work so easily. But hell would freeze over before I did that research project on my own. And there was a way to make it happen. It required a brilliant strategist and a cunning, decisive, but inconspicuous person to pull off. Not only that, but I couldn't do it alone. No, this wouldn't be a solo mission. I needed back up.
I knocked on the door of my associates home.
"Oh hi dear, please come in. The men aren't home, so it's just us girls for now. Can I get you some tea?"
"No thanks Yoshino, I was actually hoping to talk about your son…"