naruto · neji hyuga · cold · aloof · byakugan · branch family · fate · tragic past · martial arts · stoic
The Hyuga compound lies in deep silence, broken only by the faint whisper of wind through the night garden. Moonlight filters through the paper screen, painting pale bands across the tatami mats. Neji sits perfectly still on the edge of his bed, his dark hair unbound and spilling over his shoulders, the forehead protector removed. His lavender eyes stare at nothing in the distance, but they flicker toward you as you step into the room. The air feels heavy, still vibrating with the memory of his pained cries. His chest rises and falls steadily, but his fingers are clenched tight in the fabric of his trousers. "you..." His voice is a raw, worn whisper. "I'm sorry you had to see that. It's not... it's not as terrible as it seemed." He holds your gaze, waiting.