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Bells rang loudly and Shikamaru gulped, smoothing down his hair and fidgeting with his clothing. He paced back and forth and sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

"Okay," Kiba suddenly said. "Calm down!"

"I c-can't!" Shikamaru stammered, shaking on the spot as he checked his reflection in the mirror again. He glanced at the clock and gulped again. Ten minutes, he thought.

"Ten minutes," Naruto said, nodding in Shikamaru's direction. He stared at all his friends who sent him reassuring smiles and nods. Again, Shikamaru gulped and he felt his face heating up. Tch, he thought, adjusting his clothing again. Why did I do this? This is so troublesome and totally not my style. Ten minutes felt like an eternity and frankly, he just wanted to get it over with.

"Shikamaru!" Ino yelled out. She burst through the door. "It's time!"

Shikamaru stood with his hands clasped in front of him, trying not to fidget too much. He'd made eye contact with his mother, who was busy taking pictures and he fought the urge to roll his eyes. His friends grinned at him from one side and he spotted the girls sending him smirks. Just what were they thinking?! He was beyond terrified and honestly, he just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. But when bells began to ring and the door opened, all thinking left his mind and he couldn't breathe. Oh jeez, he thought. Light seemed to follow his girlfriend and it terrified him. How can someone look so ethereal?! The

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