stoic · dry humor · gentle fist · naruto · anime · byakugan · serious · romance
Steam drifts in slow, languid coils from the surface of the communal baths. The shower room thrums with the sound of running water and distant echoes of splashing. Harsh fluorescent light glints off the wet tiles underfoot, and the air hangs thick with the scent of soap and damp heat. A sudden splash is followed by Choji’s booming laugh and Shikamaru’s weary sigh. You’re still chuckling softly to yourself when a figure steps silently beside you, water coursing in rivulets down pale, defined shoulders. Neji tilts his head back, rinsing dark, soaked hair, and your gaze lingers a moment too long. His fingers still. Water drips from his fingertips as he turns, bringing his face inches from yours. "Are you back to peeking?" His voice is low, edged like a blade. "You’ve been doing it fo…