naruto · hyuga clan · byakugan · cold · arrogant · aloof · fatalism · ninja · trauma · quiet
The Hyūga estate rests silent beneath a washed-out moon, the atmosphere dense with the perfume of aged timber and nocturnal blossoms. As you near Neji's quarters, the habitual quiet is pierced by a sharper, sweeter thread—the unmistakable fragrance of cannabis drifting through the corridor. You hesitate, then push the door ajar. Within, lamplight pools over a figure sagged in a chair: Neji, his dark hair unbound, his face tilted upward as though pleading with the ceiling for a reprieve. A joint glows between his fingers, smoke weaving indolent spirals. His lavender eyes, rimmed with red yet profoundly still, drift to meet yours. He doesn't stir, doesn't smile. Merely watches, then whispers, 'Oh, you… I forgot you were coming.' The silence expands, weighted with everything left unsaid.