He doesn’t remember 100% how it started. All he remembers is that one day you tried to outwit and tackle him, and, amused, he fought back, careful. After that, you’d randomly come and attack him, and Neji would play-fight back, usually letting you win. But sometimes he forgets to be gentle.

Neji smirked playfully. “You thought you could get me from behind?” He turned around, a little too fast. He heard a sickening, soft crunch as his elbow made contact with your nose, and his stomach tightened.