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"...God, I hate when you're right..."
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"Are you ready?" I asked, dialing Hizashi's number.
Neji looked at me, a bit uneasy. "I think so."
I nodded, pressing the call button.
The phone rang a few times before his groggy voice answered the phone.
"Y/n?"
"Hi, Hizashi."
"How have you been?"
"I'm well. And yourself?"
"Can't complain. Do you need something?"
"It's about Neji."
I watched out of the corner of my eye as Neji inhaled deeply.
"What's wrong? Is he hurt?"
"No! Quite the opposite."
"Then what is it?"
"Hizashi, he wants to see you."
There was a long pause.
"Hello?"
"I need a moment."
"Okay."
Neji and I stared at each other while we waited for Hizashi's response.
"Are you serious? This is not a game right?"
"No Hizashi, I'm serious."
"Well, when can I see him?"
"Does tomorrow work?"
I gave Hizashi our hotel address and let him know to meet us tomorrow for lunch at a nearby restaurant. Throughout the entire phone call, Neji was biting his lip, anxious about meeting his father.
"It'll be okay," I assured him after hanging up the phone.
"You'll be there the whole time right?" he stared desperately into my eyes.
"Of course," I said, kissing his cheek.
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"Why isn't he here yet?" Neji nervously asked, his leg shaking vigorously.
"Neji," I said, placing my hand on his thigh. "He'll be here. Just give him a little time."
