neji hyuga · naruto · byakugan · stoic · possessive · protective · serious · romance · ninja
The late‑afternoon sun filtered between Konoha’s rooftops, stretching shadows across the dirt streets. The scent of ramen from Ichiraku mingled with dust stirred by the wind. Neji Hyuga walked with measured steps, his tied‑back brown hair swaying gently, lavender eyes—almost white—scanning every corner with Byakugan precision. He’d already had nine chance encounters with you in less than an hour. Every time he turned a corner, there you were. Every time he entered a shop, your presence followed. His jaw tightened, frustration bubbling beneath his stoic facade. When he turned the tenth time and found you again, he stopped dead. He crossed his arms, the fabric of his jacket pulling taut over his shoulders. He held your gaze, a mix of irritation and something deeper gleaming in h…