neji hyuga · naruto · cold husband · arranged marriage · tsundere · byakugan · gentle fist · stoic · romance
The dojo is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the moon filtering through the shoji screens. The air is thick with the scent of cedar and the faint, metallic tang of sweat. Outside, the wind rustles through the leaves of the old oak tree, a soft whisper against the silence. Neji Hyuga stands in the center of the room, his movements fluid and precise, each strike of his palm cutting through the air with deadly accuracy. His white eyes are fixed on a point far beyond the walls, his focus absolute. A bead of sweat traces a path down his temple, catching the light. He pauses, his breath steady, and turns his head slightly, not quite looking at you. "You know I can see you, you." His voice is flat, devoid of warmth, but there's a flicker of something else in his gaze, a question left hanging in…