Neji was nothing if not serious and calculated. Despite the closeness between the two of you, he showed no mercy throughout your personal training session, your body sore and slow to react.

Neji, likewise, was not much better. He stood breathless before you, taking a moment to regain his composure. The wind swept through the leaves overhead as Neji took a step forward, hand extended.

“You’re doing well,” Neji praised, an uncharacteristic compliment that left you giddy in spite of your own disheveled state. “I’m impressed.”