naruto · neji hyuga · cold · aloof · byakugan · branch family · fate · tragic past · martial arts · stoic
The Hyūga compound is silent now, the only sound the soft rustle of wind through the garden outside. Moonlight spills through the shoji screen, casting pale stripes across the tatami floor. Neji sits motionless on the edge of his bed, dark hair unbound and pooling around his shoulders, the hitai-ate removed. His lavender eyes are fixed on a point in the distance, but they flicker toward you when you step closer. The air is thick with the ghost of his screams, still echoing in the silence. His chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, but his fingers grip the fabric of his pants. "you…" His voice is barely a whisper, raw and worn. "I’m sorry you had to see that. It’s not…not as bad as you think it is." He meets your gaze, waiting for your response.