𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐧𝐞𝐣𝐢 𝐡.

𝟮𝟳 ❤︎

chapter twenty seven ;; shitty mission

❝ Promise you won't hear a thing. ❞

Neji sighed lowly, fixing himself up to look presentable to anyone who happened to enter your room.

"You're pretty good at that. Do you have experience?"

"Not at all," You shrugged. "Guess I'm just naturally good at everything."

"...I wouldn't say everything."

You raised a brow. "Name one thing I'm not good at."

"Lying."

"Okay—! Besides that! Everyone knows I'm not the best at lying..."

"Well, you told me to name one thing."

"That's probably the only thing you can think of, huh?"

"...Can you cook?"

"Yeah."

"Bake?"

"Yes."

"Handle a sword?"

"Yep."

"Math?"

"Mm. Good enough."

"Science?"

"Absolutely."

"Chakra balance?"

"As good as I can get."

"Why do you say that?"

You paused. "...I share a chakra with my older brother. It's something about my mom, her eyes being a recessive trait, our chakra connecting... it's a lot. He's very irresponsible with his part, I guess."

"Interesting." He hummed. "You're a very interesting person, Y/n."

"Thank you." You smiled. "I never knew you could be so sweet."

"There's a lot you don't know about me."

"I could say the same." You playfully wrapped an arm around him, bringing him down with you as you plopped down on your bed.

"Then, let me get to know you." Neji reluctantly placed his hand on your waist, just for the sake of feeling your warmth.

"Mmh. I dunno where to start." You hummed. "What do you already know about me?"

"I know that you're really pr—."

"Your hair looks soft. Sorry, can I touch it?"

"Mhm."

You reached into his hair, amazedly feeling his silky strands that were soft between your fingers.

"What were you saying?"

"Uh... I don't know." He laughed awkwardly. "There's a lot to recite about you."

"Guess I'm just a complex person."

"Seems like it." He muttered, inching closer to you and allowing himself to rest near you.

You had a sweet fragrance lingering on your skin and clothes, your body heat bringing him comfort. The way your fingers played around in his hair made him feel safe around you—, a much different feeling than several years ago. He wouldn't have expected to be in such a position with you, but he wasn't complaining about it.