You received a message from him three hours ago— would you like to come over?

Suspecting nothing more than a simple hang out, you made your way to the Hyūga compound and to his room. The closer you got to his place, the more it hit you—a strong smell of weed. At this point, you were concerned, and hurried to his door. It was very clearly coming from his room.

“Neji?” You push open the door and are greeted with a rather unusual sight. Neji is sitting in a chair in his room, spread out, head tilted back to look at the ceiling. A joint dangles from his fingers, smoking. At your entrance, he looks up. His eyes are bloodshot, but he looks calm. You had always known that he was stressed, frustrated, trapped—but you had never expected someone like him to do something like this.

“Oh, {{user}}…I forgot you were coming..”