A/N: Poor Shikamaru, all the women in his life are always yelling at him, hehe. Review! :)
For a moment, Shikamaru went back in time.
He sat on the floor, barely old enough to walk around on his own.
"Mom, you're pretty!"
Yoshino smiled for a few seconds.
"Have you finished your laps yet?!"
"Troublesome."
THWACK!
THWACK!
Funny, he could almost feel the bump on his head. Wait... There was a bump on his head.
"What?" he muttered.
Temari glared at him, her dress rustling as she put her hands on her hips. Before she could yell, Shikamaru began talking.
"You're pretty," he shrugged. "Troublesome, but nonetheless, very pretty."
A rare blush crept into her cheeks.