Disclaimer: Naruto isn't mine
Being a dad means being a good husband. Kids never have a good divorce.
Shikamaru wasn't the type to win 'Husband of the Year'. He didn't take out the trash when he was asked, he didn't get up off the couch, and wouldn't wash the dishes on his own time. Completely short of what was advertised in women magazines but Kiba loved him all the same.
Kiba wouldn't take out the trash, wash dishes, and fuck getting off the couch in the middle of Animal Planet. Nothing like the ideal other husband. But he was better than Shikamaru, so to Kiba's intense surprise he went down to the kitchen one day to find Shikamaru cooking and washing dishes.
"Shika, are you OK? Do you want me to call your dad? Your mom? Sakura? The hospital? Some creepy old medicine women?" Kiba sat down at the table watching Shikamaru. "And they said it couldn't be done. I should call up Ino and rub it in her face." Kiba laid back in his chair.
"Don't do that or you'll hurt yourself. I just wanted to cook for you."
"Is the cooking you're doing even edible?" Kiba asked as Shikamaru set the plate down.
"It better be for all the trouble."
Kiba poked at his food with his fork. "Aren't you suppose to cook my favorite food or something?"
"I'm not feeding you beef steak jerky at ten in the morning. My mother will kill me."
"My mom used to when I woke up late for the academy"
"I don't even want to know the amount that has been consumed."
"Oi! I didn't show up late everyday."
"Yeah, because Hana would drag you by your ear."
"You know you thought I was pretty hot back then. " Kiba said giving his signature smirk. \
Shikamaru smiled and rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah, definitely."
Kiba smiled and took a bite of his waffles. "Not bad, could you more syrup."
"I'll be getting second place again, won't I?"