Dig
What most people didn't know was that when Choji was stressed or upset or angry, or feeling overly emotional for any reason really, he dug holes.
It had never really been significant, a hole here or there where he could just lie down, stare up at the sky and contemplate whatever was bothering him.
After the Fourth Shinobi World War, Choji had done his best to be the pillar of strength that his teammates, friends, family and village needed. Everyone had lost so much, while he had lost so little and he did not believe he had the right to breakdown and stop. He was the one whose job it was to keep everyone together. To check on Ino and make her eat. To drag Shikamaru out of bed to go through the motions of his daily routine.
But eventually he broke down too. Even he couldn't repress the memories of war, of the people who had died, of the clones he had killed and of the Sensei who had long been dead and who he had been forced to fight and kill again. And he dug his holes. Hole after hole until he lay exhausted at the bottom, staring at the sky, cursing the war and the ideal of peace for all the troubles they had caused.
And that was where Ino and Shikamaru would find him, staring blankly at the sky and remind him, that everyone, even him had lost something. Their youth and innocence was gone. Sure it had been in tatters before, the life of a ninja did that. But the war had aged everyone and the hardest hit were the ones with the most innocence left.