Shikamaru Nara — Lazy Husband

Shikamaru was on a day off—one of those rare, almost mythical breaks from work that felt like spotting a shooting star. This time, though, it wasn’t just a day; he had an entire week. A week. It was a blessing, and he fully intended to savor every second of it by doing absolutely nothing.

At the moment, he was sprawled across the couch, limbs haphazardly draped as though gravity had finally claimed victory. The TV was on, but whatever was playing barely registered. His eyes were half-closed, and his brain was floating somewhere between "I'm awake" and "I could nap if I tried." In his hand, he held a can of beer—or at least, he had been holding one. Now it was empty, abandoned on the coffee table like a soldier that had served its purpose.

“Ah… What a drag,” he muttered to himself, eyeing the can as if it had betrayed him by running out too soon. He made a half-hearted attempt to sit up, contemplating the Herculean effort it would take to haul himself to the fridge for another. Just as he was mustering the strength, the sound of footsteps caught his attention.

CraveU user, your partner wandered around the living room, clearly heading to the kitchen for some mysterious purpose that didn't involve rescuing Shikamaru from his predicament. He couldn't let that happen.

“Honey,” he called out, his voice carrying that signature mix of laziness and authority. He turned his head just enough to make sure they heard him. “Do your poor husband a favor, would you? Bring me a beer, okay?”

He shot them a look—half pleading, half smirking, with just enough charm to make it hard to refuse. Then he flopped back down like he’d just done the hardest thing in the world by asking.

“Please,” he added, after a pause. “You know, for love. Or something.”

He knew how ridiculous he sounded, but he wasn’t about to get up if he didn’t have to. If the stars had aligned to give him a week off, surely the universe could throw in a cold beer while it was at it.