運命勝手

indie, selective, canon divergent neji hyuga from naruto. #nejihyugalives penned by nero. 4/8/2026. check rules page before following!

[unmeikatte]

a neji hyuga roleplay blog.

bio ooc

× canon divergent. × 10+ years of rp experience. × soft launch 4/8/2026

[unmeikatte]

"... what is 'rizz'?"

[inanotherunivrse]

in another universe, my whole family sits together at the table for dinner after my father comes home from work.

we eat. we laugh. we tell stories about our day. we are happy. nothing went wrong.

[unmeikatte]

sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar .

It was Neji’s first time in a bar. It wasn’t exactly what he had expected, but it wasn’t a shock. It was dimly lit – “cozy!” as Gai had put it. The floor was sticky. Booths were filled with fellow revelers. The bar stools were patched with mismatched leather. Neji wondered why Gai chose this place, out of all the bars in Konoha, or the “Jonin-age drink”.

Neji tried to ignore the tacky pull of the floor as he made his way with Gai to the bar. The stool creaked as he pulled it out and sat on it – his feet resting on the lowest rung. He looked at Gai, who seemed all too happy to be in such a place. This wasn’t Gai’s usual spot. He had at least learned that. He had seen him and the other jonin leaders at nicer establishments.

He heard Gai’s booming voice calling the bartender. Even in a loud bar, Gai was still the loudest person in the room. Neji turned his attention to the jukebox, currently playing what Tenten liked to refer to as “divorced dad rock”. It was some yearning song about wishing the singer was back with his ex.

Neji looked around more, taking in the … sights. It was mostly civilians. They both stood out like sore thumbs. Neji in his newly acquired jonin vest and Gai in his… green spandex jumpsuit and beneath one of his own.

Gai nudged him with an elbow before delivering a hearty slap to his back. Wide-eyed, he turned to face the bar. Sitting in front of him was a pint of cold beer.

His lips curled into a slight grimace, eyebrows knitting together.

He looked at Gai – who was grinning ear to ear. Fine. He would try it. For him. Neji picked up the pint glass. He inspected the beer closely. The froth on top was starting to settle. He brought the glass to his lips – taking a small, experimental sip. He could feel the remaining froth tickling against his lip.

The first taste of the beer was unlike anything he had before. It was somehow bitter, watery, and overwhelming all at once. Then he took a larger drink, trying to give it a go that Gai would approve of. He knew only a small sip would earn him a lecture that he hadn’t truly given it a chance.

The grimace on his face turned into a deep frown. His tongue escaped in immediate protest, shaking his head once. He put the pint down and nudged it toward Gai. He wiped his lip on the back of his hand. He swallowed hard, trying to get the taste of beer out of his mouth.

“… disgusting.” He frowned.

"I hated that."

[asphodelius]

He says it so confidently that Sakura can’t help but snort and laugh, covering her mouth with a hand. She’s sure he didn’t mean it as a joke, but it still made her smile nonetheless. ❝ I’m a medic; I think I’d just be increasing my own workload if I did that! I know I’ve bonked Naruto on the head lots of times, but that’s because he deserves it for being a dummy. If I did that to every guy who bothers me, then I’d just get in trouble. ❞

That aside, she does sometimes want to punch the persistent guys. She just hasn’t yet because they might end up dead if she doesn’t watch her strength. How tomboyish of her. She’s not gorgeous like Ino, or elegant like Hinata, or cute like Tenten. Why do they even like her? She’s just … plain ol’ Sakura.

Stirring from her thoughts, she is mildly surprised when Neji stops and actually considers her offer. She genuinely thought he wouldn’t hesitate to leave. After all, men like Neji have their pride; perhaps it would’ve reflected badly on themselves if they had accepted help that they didn’t even ask for. Sakura understands that’s just how boys are, but they’re no longer kids now. They’re being forced to grow up quickly, and here she is, trying to understand the world a little better, starting with Neji.

She is confused when he starts taking off his headband, then her eyes widen at the seal on his forehead. Sakura’s only exposure to it was during the Chūnin Exams, but she could never see it clearly from the audience seats. Now, her eyes can trace over the outlines, sees the turquoise ink——

❝ W-Wait! ❞ She panics for a second when he suddenly takes her wrist to place her hand on it. The seal is a very sensitive topic to him, so this feels wrong to her. Very wrong, but his simple answer makes her swallow her questions and hesitantly meet his eyes. He seems certain about it, so she quietly cloaks her hand with chakra, sends it through her fingertips, and channels it into his forehead, letting it travel through the tissues and pathways to soothe any inflamed blood vessels and neurons near his brain, ensuring that his migraine will be gone for a few hours.

When she’s done, she smiles apologetically and says, ❝ Sorry, I can’t do more than this, but I hope that helped a little. I’m no match for the seal … ❞ She’s just an outsider, after all. A normal civilian. As such, she refrains from asking about the seal, and instead looks at his hand still around her wrist. He’s gentle with her, so much that he let her see his seal. Since when was she allowed such a privilege? Is it because she’s the medic?

What’s happening to them today? ❝ Are you sure it’s okay for me to touch it? I do try to consider it if a patient is uncomfortable with something, so you don’t have to force yourself to do this, ❞ she tries again, just in case she is misunderstanding.

[unmeikatte]

He flinches slightly at the panic in her voice. He hadn’t so much as asked her if it was okay if she took off his headband. He knew the reaction that it could earn – especially around those who knew what it meant. Around Konoha, those who watched his Chunin Exam battle against Naruto had heard him explain – the Caged Bird seal that trapped the side branches of the Hyuga Clan into servitude.  

It was selfish of him to assume that she would be even somewhat comfortable with it. But when the chakra from her fingertips enters – and the relief hits, he forgets any of the guilt he had. The curse seal was attached to the cranial and orbital nerves. When a Main Branch member triggered it, the pain it caused was triggered by the seal attacking those very nerves.

Neji opens his eyes, reminded of the fact that Sakura’s hand was pressed to his forehead. A wave of burning embarrassment grew on the back of his neck. He looks downwards towards the floor. “It did help,” he spoke softly. He let go of her wrist. He wasn’t sure what look he would see on her face. Sakura didn’t seem like the kind to pity him, but he never knew.

After his match, people passed by giving him the same look they’d give a kicked stray. They knew too much but there was nothing for them to say to him. He returned their looks of pity with a sneer of his own. Despite it all, he refused to accept it – he did not want their empty apologies or sympathy without understanding.

“… Yes. It’s okay.” He pauses. He finally brings his eyes up to hers, looking over them, seeking what she thought of him now. “I apologize. I shouldn’t have. It was a lapse of my better judgement.” His eyebrows pull together slightly. He bows his head, in both thank you and apology.

[helenvaughans]

Things don't have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What's the function of a galaxy? I don't know if our life has a purpose and I don't see that it matters. What does matter is that we're a part. Like a thread in a cloth or a grass-blade in a field. It is and we are. What we do is like wind blowing on the grass.

–Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven

[campodefiori9]

Northern rough-winged swallows with sunny wings at the Pool, Central park NY.

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

forgive the version of you that didn’t know any better

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

forgive the version of yourself that knew better but did it anyway. forgive every version of yourself. we are constantly learning from our mistakes.

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

forgive the version of you that didn’t know what to do and could not have foreseen what the right choice was, if there even was one. forgive the version of you that made a choice and regretted it.

[meow-off]

forgive the version of you that was scared. forgive the version of yourself that’s still scared. forgive the version of you that didn’t know the way forward and stayed frozen. forgive the version of you that hid.

[theoptia]

C.G. Jung, from Memories, Dreams, Reflections

[tensasai]

Pity, that.

Not that she had expected him to, really. Sure there was a lot of implicit trust between them but context still mattered. The details always mattered.

(too many of the people they knew would use this sort of opportunity to be weird, to prank, to tease, she can't blame him for answering the same way she herself would)

A shrug, and her hands lift, a box from their favorite little cafe held between them and given a brief shake. Contained is something more to her liking than his, soaked in honey and syrupy sweet.

Something that begged to be licked from offered fingers but he's clearly not interested so.

"Your loss."

She's just gonna take a bite herself then, maybe accidentally on purpose be a little messy with it, lips left shiny slick, a thick bead of honey slowly trailing down the outside of her palm, ignored.

It's good.

[unmeikatte]

He watches her.

He was used to her teasing; the only person whom he allowed that privilege.

He could not help but look at her lips - then at her palm. Something messy, something sweet.

He reached a hand out to her, grabbing hers - out of impulse. He looked at her eyes. Then her lips. Then her palm. Back to her eyes.

His brain was catching up with his body now. But still, he was being carried by his impulses.

His hand went to the container, picking up one of the sweet rolls, delicately between two finger tips - and holding it to her lips.

"Is it good?"

[shinndo]

To hear her name from his lips once more, spoken so softly as he always used to say it back then when they were still young, in a way she had thought she would never hear it again. It felt healing, yet at the same time, it tore her apart all over again, knowing that even this moment would end and she would be left without him.

Perhaps she was too gullible, perhaps she ought to be more skeptical, but deep down, she didn't wanted to be, even if he were to reveal himself not to be Neji but an enemy to kill her right there on the spot. She wouldn't care; not now, as she stared into the face of the young man she had loved so deeply that she had sworn she could not go on living without him, only to be forced to do so after all, his death still haunting and tormenting her.

She continued to compose herself as best she could, fighting the urge to reach out and pull Neji into a tight embrace, while trying play along with his charade. Tenten just wanted to pretend all of this was real, that he was her Neji who had returned to her after all this time.

"Then you’ve come to the right place," she said calmly, still trying to steady her trembling voice. "We've got everything here that you could need for a mission; take whatever you need." For a moment, she simply stared at him in silence before adding: "It’s on the house... of course…" Her gaze and smile were just as warm and gentle as they used to be, aside from the deep, underlying sadness that now tinged them.

She watched him as he looked around the shop, refusing to blink even once, terrified that if she did, he might simply vanish again. Usually, Tenten didn't stared like this, not the way Neji always used to. But this time, she tried, just as he always had, to absorb every single detail of his appearance, to imprint his face and voice upon her memory once more, like a tattoo that would never fade, just in case she were to wake from this dream at any moment.

"So, what kind of mission is it you're going to?" she then asked, simply for the sake of hearing his voice again, which had remained silent for so many years.

[unmeikatte]

The way she spoke to him.

The look on her face.

Everything was wrong.

Neji looked at her face, taking in the subtle changes. Her new hairstyle. The new clothing she wore, that he had never seen before. Something was horribly, incredibly wrong and he wasn’t sure yet of how to solve it.

He looked around the store with his hands politely clasped behind his back. It was all a charade, really. He was trying to look for something that could signal what was going on. That was Tenten but this… wasn’t here she was supposed to be. She was supposed to be at home, in her apartment, with her snacks and weapons.

“… Top secret.” He glanced towards her. He had lied. It wasn’t a secret – and even if it had been, he would divulge as much information as he could get away with to her – his own Tenten. He would tell her, at least, where he was going and the general gist – assassinations, recon, whatever it could be.

But this wasn’t his Tenten. She was Tenten; but not the one that he had seen just the night before.

He continued to walk around the shop, taking a slow and steady circle around it. He wasn’t sure what to do. He was always sure of what to do; but this was beyond what he could handle. That was the danger of emotions – as the shinobi code had professed.

Attachment made it difficult to think straight.

“Tenten,” He started as he came to a stop. He glanced over his shoulder at her.

“Why are you looking at me like you’ve seen a ghost?”

[unmeikatte]

∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ( sibling nap time! any verse!)

It was a calm evening in the Hyuga Compound. The sun was just barely hanging over the horizon. Crickets had come out to sing, and fireflies were fluttering around the courtyard. The two of them were sat on the engawa overlooking it. They had trained a while prior.

Some light training in the evening was becoming part of their routine. How strange it was that they had become so close. Mostly – Neji wondered how Hinata could feel safe around him. As if their fight never happened. He looked at her as she rested against him.

He could not understand how she did not seem to be anxious around him. Around others, she seemed almost flighty – like a rabbit that was startled by passerbys. But he seemed to be just another rabbit to her. They shared the same blood, the same eyes. He could see into her – and she could see into him.

Neji shifted slightly, settling himself with crossed legs. He moved his arm to put it around her gently, securing her to his side. They had been children the last time they had been so affectionate with each other. He remembers the first day that they met clearly. He wished it had been under different circumstances. It was a return to that now - after they had just exchanged imitation blows.

But now, he could focus on the softness of their present. She felt safe enough to rest on him like this, curling up without a care. He watched the fireflies flash softly. He wanted to ask her if she remembers catching them in a jar – but he worried that she was already asleep.

He would catch some for her later.

[unmeikatte]

Hey Neji

Can you open your mouth for me, need to check something

I will not open my mouth.

Not even for you.

[unmeikatte]

...

He... opened his mouth... on command...

He's pretending he doesn't know either of them.

[tabine]

she came to check up on him and make sure he was okay and he told her about everything that happened when hiashi came to check up on him and he removed his headband/is clearly comfortably enough around her to show his curse mark i just can’t with these two jgaksdhgakdjhgadfg

like i don’t even care about romance or whatever here just imagine the sort of trust and concern and respect they have for one another i love it so much

[papabay]

neji being the one to initiate pda 👀

[orpheuslament]

can i express any genuine wants & desires or will i be tortured & killed