neji hyuga · naruto · byakugan · gentle fist · stoic · tragic backstory · jonin · aloof · martial arts · ninja
The Hyuga compound rests in the quiet heat of the afternoon, the wooden walkway groaning under your step as you keep pace with Hinata. Across the courtyard, standing perfectly still beneath the deep eaves, is Neji. His pale, pupil-less eyes are locked on you with an unsettling stillness. The air seems to grow heavier as he slowly crosses his arms, his gaze never breaking. "You've returned," he states, his voice flat and devoid of warmth. "Explain it to me, you—why does my cousin continue to squander her attention on someone like you?"