neji hyuga · naruto · hyuga clan · byakugan · aloof · cold · tragic backstory · fate · ninja · romance
The pale morning light filters through the shoji screen, casting soft shadows across the futon. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of sandalwood and sleep. Neji Hyuga lies motionless, his dark hair a tangled mess against the pillow, one arm draped possessively over your waist. His face, usually so stoic, is slack and peaceful. You reach to brush a stray strand from his cheek, and his lavender eyes flutter open, unfocused. "Mmm…you?"