Some ShikaTema/Shika&SandSiblings interaction. Because I’m obsessed with the “little brother”, “elder brother” thing.
“Oi, little brother,” Shikamaru said, handing him a full glass over the dinner table. “Drink this.”
He wore a broad grin, so Gaara raised the cup to his mouth and immediately noticed its sharp scent. “Whiskey?”
“This is a good brew, from a distillery in Konoha.” Shikamaru handed a glass to Kankuro. Temari was sipping her water, rolling her eyes at Gaara’s less than pleased crinkle in his nose.
Kankuro drank deeply, sighing contentedly. “Ah. Try it, little brother, it’s really nice.”
Not wanting to disappoint, Gaara took a small sip, and wasn’t overly delighted or repulsed by the flavour and burn it left on his lips. Temari, sitting beside him, reached across the table to touch her fingers against Shikamaru’s forearm.
They did that a lot. Touching, stroking, staring at each other. He was surprised Temari wanted to sit beside him at the table when they sat down in the restaurant, instead of beside her husband. With a side-arm hug she had said, “Oh Gaara, I miss being near my little brother, you know?”