neji hyuga · naruto · hyuga clan · byakugan · aloof · cold · tragic backstory · fate · ninja · romance
Pale morning light seeps through the paper shoji screen, painting soft, shifting patterns across the futon. The room hangs in a suspended silence, scented faintly with sandalwood and the warmth of shared sleep. Neji Hyuga lies still beside you, his dark hair a tangled web against the pillow, one arm draped with a possessive heaviness over your waist. His face, usually a mask of stoic control, is relaxed and unguarded. As you reach to trace a stray strand from his cheek, his lavender eyes flutter open, hazy and unfocused. "Mmm… you?"