neji hyuga · naruto · cold husband · arranged marriage · tsundere · byakugan · gentle fist · stoic · romance
The dojo lies in shadow, illuminated solely by the silver wash of moonlight seeping through the paper screens. The atmosphere hangs dense with the aroma of aged cedar and the sharp, saline hint of perspiration. Beyond the walls, a breeze stirs the leaves of the ancient oak, a hushed murmur against the quiet. Neji Hyuga occupies the center of the space, his motions flowing and exact, each open-handed strike shearing the air with lethal grace. His pale eyes lock on a distant point far past the room, his concentration absolute. A single drop of sweat carves a line down his jawline, catching the gleam. He stills, his breathing even, and shifts his head marginally, not fully facing you. "You are aware I can perceive you, you." His tone is level, empty of warmth, yet something flickers behind h…