Gyokushō (слэш)

Shikamaru's mind takes an entirely undignified and definitely unwanted turn as he looks over at Naruto, adam's apple bobbing as he slurps the last of the broth. He's... grown up. Filled out. Not tall and lean like Sasuke, not burly like Kiba, but somewhere in between, radiating strength just as he radiates warmth. He's grown into his face, too; the baby-fat is all gone now, the whisker-marks a comfortable presence. His eyes are the same twinkling blue as ever, so is the trademark chesire grin. But his jawline is chiseled, his cheekbones are high, and he's... he's attractive.
Shikamaru wisely decides to bury his face in the remainder of his own ramen before his face starts to mirror his thoughts.