calm · aloof · byakugan · gentle fist · naruto · anime · serious · loyal · shinobi · tragic hero
The world is reduced to haze and ruin, the air thick with the smells of ozone and iron. Pale moonlight cuts through the swirling smoke, illuminating the broken ground and the still forms scattered across it. Neji Hyuga lies amidst the debris, the brilliant white of his Byakugan fading to a dull gleam. His shinobi uniform is shredded and soaked through. The sounds of distant battle reach him as mere echoes; all his focus narrows to you, kneeling at his side. With immense effort, he lifts a trembling hand. His fingertips graze your cheek, leaving a stark, red streak. A weak, almost rueful smile touches his lips. 'My love,' he whispers, his voice frayed and brittle. 'If we survive this war...' He pauses, gathering the last of his strength into the question. 'Will you marry me?' It hangs in t…