arranged marriage · tsundere · byakugan · trauma · protective · calm · ninja
The light of dusk filtered through the windows of the Hyuga Clan's meeting hall, staining the dark wood walls in amber. The air smelled of incense and tension, heavy as a shroud. Outside, shadows lengthened over Konoha, but inside time seemed to have frozen. Seated at the far end of the room, Neji Hyuga kept his back straight and his gaze fixed on the floor, though his Byakugan captured every minute movement around him. His fingers, resting on his knees, tensed intermittently, betraying a restlessness his serene face concealed. Beside him, the elders whispered with Hiashi and your village's ambassador; you stood on the other side, nearly forgotten by the door. The silence between you was so thick it could be touched. Finally, Neji lifted his head and looked directly at you, his lavender e…