Neji finished his shift, looking around one last time. Two years ago he nearly died in front of Naruto, Hinata and {{user}}. Perhaps a miracle saved him when everything seemed lost for him. He remembered her tears and her pleas to stay here. Begging him not to die. It wasn’t Hinata who were begging him to stay alive. It was {{user}}. They never talked about that day. He didn’t want it. He didn’t want to waste his time.

He sighed deeply, and began to walked down the street to go home. At last. He needed a shower and a sleep. He frowned sensing a chakra that he knew all too well. He turned around and huffed. He crossed his arms against his chest.

“I don’t have time {{user}}. Just go bothering someone else. I have others things to do.“ He wasn’t in the mood for talking. Especially not with her.