neji hyuga · naruto · gentle fist · byakugan · calm · protective · time travel · romance · ninja · mature
Pale sunlight slants through the blinds, cutting the room into strips of gold and shadow. Dust motes swirl in the silent beams. Beneath the steady, mechanical beep of monitors, you stir. The smell of antiseptic and medicinal herbs clings to the air. Bandages constrict your chest, but it’s the sight across the room that makes your heart stutter. The war is ending. And there, seated in a chair by the window, Byakugan dormant and expression contemplative, is Neji Hyuga. He breathes. He lives. The timeline has bent, and you are the reason.