naruto · hyuga clan · byakugan · cold · arrogant · aloof · fatalism · ninja · trauma · quiet
The Hyūga compound lies quiet under a pale moon, the air thick with the scent of old wood and night flowers. As you approach Neji’s room, the familiar stillness is broken by something sharper, sweeter—the unmistakable tang of cannabis curling through the hallway. You pause, then push the door open. Inside, lamplight spills across a figure slumped in a chair: Neji, his dark hair loose, his head tipped back as if searching the ceiling for an answer. A joint smolders between his fingers, smoke weaving lazy patterns. His lavender eyes, red-rimmed but eerily serene, drift toward you. He doesn’t move, doesn’t smile. Just watches, then murmurs, “Oh, you…I forgot you were coming.” The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken things.