The Heart Wants What It Wants: Reader x Neji x TenTen

One

Despite the fact that you had gotten home late last night, you woke up before your alarm even went off. Not soon afterwards, a delicious aroma filled the kitchen and permeated the house. The normally pristine kitchen became disheveled, with sauce pans, vegetable peelings, and various implements all over the place. “Are you sure you should be awake so early in the morning?” You lifted your head from the midst of cooking and beamed brightly at your father.

“I’m fine Otousan,” you reassured him, scooping up some of the morning miso for him.

“Alright then,” he reluctantly agreed before sitting down at the dining room table. You placed the bowl of soup down in front of him and turned your attention back to the bento you had been arranging carefully.

 ~

 The sky was clear and the sun was shining. You luxuriated in the feel of the sun’s touch soaking into your skin, its warm touch heating your body. After being away on a mission for the last two weeks, you were ecstatic to be back in Konoha. You hummed happily to yourself as you walked the streets. The town center was bustling with people passing in and out of shops and children walking to the Ninja Academy.

‘I’m glad that Kiyomi-sensei gave us the day off today...’ While you knew that you should make the most of your teacher’s generosity and rest, you couldn’t help yourself; you wanted to see him. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you glanced down at the bento in your hands.

‘I hope he’s hungry!’

~

“Gai-sensei, who’s that?” Lee tore his gaze away from the scene in front of them. It was evident from your dark-brown tresses and lavender eyes that you were a Hyuuga.

“If keeping the secrets of the Byakugan is the top priority of the Hyuuga clan, then keeping the bloodline pure is a close second,” Gai explained. “Arranged marriages aren’t uncommon in the Hyuuga clan.” Lee needed no further explanation. TenTen’s face paled.

This wasn’t what you had expected.

“Haven’t I said that  I don’t want to be bothered while training?” His face bore a stony expression much unlike his usual calm and collected demeanor. Your face flushed; your first instinct was to explain that you had just returned and simply wanted to surprise him, but his tone made it evident that he didn’t care what your reasoning was.

“Yes,” you reply stiffly. The arm carrying the bento suddenly felt a lot heavier.