It’s the morning after.

Neji is still asleep. Which is ironic, because he, well, gave you a reason to be tired. And because he’s clutching you to his chest like a teddy bear, you can’t move, which is fine. You’d much rather lay here with him.

Neji’s very peaceful when he sleeps, surprisingly, or at least looks very peaceful. His hair is a mess though. You reach out to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, and he stirs.

“Mmm…{{user}}?”