As protocol suggested, on one of our first official team outings we went to the town clinic had our medical history filed and analyzed.

We thanked aunt Sakura as walked us out. I vaguely recalled her telling me to pass on a message to my mother. I obliged pleasantly.

"This is pretty cool I can't believe we have official profiles now!" Chocho was glued to her card as we exited the hospital.

"Yea it's alright." Shikadai could not fool us we saw the darkening on his cheeks.

"What if I do this?" She grabbed his card just out of his reach.

"Tsk, give that back!"

She passed the card to me behind her back and I started to back away laughing. He eventually broke through her defense and came after me. I jogged backward lightly, hiding his card behind my back.

It was cute how he stubbornly tried to mask the desperation in his face as he frantically grasped for me.

Chocho produced a small bag of crackers from seemingly nowhere and watched on amused.

His eyes were brilliant when the sun hit him at the right angle. He caught my arm, his touch surprised me and I tripped on myself and we fell over.

I felt his weight, his warmth flush against my body, still gripping on to me determined to not let go. He gripped me harder than he ever had with the intention to hurt me. I remember part of me being happy for it.

All I could hear was Chocho attempting and failing to stifle her laughter.

I sat up and he peeled himself off me, dazed. It'd never seen him like.

That day is seared into my mind forever, it was the first time I'd seen him make faces I'd never seen before.

"Give my card back you thieves." I said as I held it just out of his reach. He grasped and reached and huffed, his brow furrowing in frustration. It was something I enjoyed looking at, his reaction made me not want to give it back.

"Hey I don't have it." Chocho said casually.

"This isn't fair and you both know it."

My eyes scanned his card, Nara, Shikadai, genin, birthdate September 23rd, Blood type AB, ah here were the juicy details.

"Nara, Shikadai, 180 in intelligence, 130 in negotiations, 112 in dexterity, 90 in strength, 145 in perception, and 120 in chakra-"

"Oh god I probably weigh more than both of you combined." Chocho said clearly entertained.

"Give it back you asshole!" The green eyed boy crawled and climbed at me.

"Where did you even pull those snacks from?" His warmth was oddly comforting.

"Don't talk like I'm not here!" His voice held more rage and energy than I thought he was capable of.

"Don't worry about it."

"You're the worst, you're worse than Boruto!" He exclaimed, his voice shaking with anger.

"Uh well I've got a thing so peace." She made her graceful exit to avoid how the awkward aftermath.

He got up and began to walk away from me furious. I'd taken it too far; I can never tell when I've taken it too far until it too late.

I suddenly didn't know what to do with my hands or where to look or how to feel. I couldn't stand to be behind him where he couldn't see me and I couldn't see him.

I would rather die than see his back like that again.

He turned his head, green eyes blazed with fury. That fury in his eyes directed toward me would have to also be added to that list.

"I'd never do anything like this to you."

"I-I'm... I didn't think you'd get so mad." I said handing back his card. He snatched it back indelicately.

Then we were at an impasse, he looked at me blankly.

Silences with Shikadai were always comfortable but in this moment he felt lost and the silence felt like it would encroach on eternal unless I did something. Unsure of what to do I pulled mine out too.

"Yamanaka, Inojin. 100 in intelligence, 120 in negotiations, 126 in dexterity, 80 in strength, 160 in perception, and 140 in chakra-"

"You're so dumb." He said finally, cheeks flushed again. "Come on lets go try that new RPG."

An interesting detail caught my eye, we had the same blood type, AB.

Surprised at my new found power to get under his skin and his ability to forgive me so quickly, I followed.

"If you say so."

Looking back it was obvious Aunt Sakura always knew. How could she not? I'm not concerned, she's known my mother for too long to say a word. I did not know too well Sarada but Oba Sakura's hands were probably full with her own... Well, it's not my business.