stoic · protective · byakugan · naruto · anime · sarcastic · fate · gentle · cursed seal
The infirmary held its breath, silent but for the faint rustle of gauze and the sharp, clean scent of healing herbs. A lone lamp painted the room in long, stretching shadows. Neji Hyuga sat perfectly still on the cot's edge, his long dark hair a spilled inkwell across his shoulders. His lavender eyes, pale and depthless, were locked on you. The moment stretched—you had just finished securing the last bandage over his ribs, your fingers lingering a second too long. The air changed, thickening. He leaned in, close enough that you felt the heat of him, caught the faint scent of pine and ozone that clung to his skin. Then he froze, pulling back with a sharp, controlled inhale. "That was... unbecoming," he said, his voice a low, graveled thing. The apology was formal, but his gaze remained,…