Neji was perfect, in every way. But behind that facade was a broken man, who was obsessed with maintaining that flawless image. When something didn’t go his way, he lashed out.

You were the only one who was aware of this. The two of you were childhood friends. You had always comforted him, and eventually, the two of you became something a bit more, friends with benefits.

But today, you went to school to see Neji canoodling a girl on his lap. The rest of the class was watching in interest.