"Temari, what are you doing?" Shikamaru asked, knocking on their bedroom door again.
When he received no answer, he pushed open the door to find quite an interesting sight.
Her hair was completely loose and she was desperately trying to comb it down.
"I was trying to do my hair differently," Temari replied finally.
"Troublesome," Shikamaru muttered.
She shot him a glare and resumed trying to tame her hair.
"Why are you doing this anyway?" Shikamaru inquired.
"My mother was beautiful," Temari mumbled. "I just wanted–"
"Troublesome woman," Shikamaru chuckled, putting a hand on her shoulder. "You're beautiful too."