He'd never wanted this. A long time ago when Neji couldn't keep his trap shut about fate and how far below the food chain he thought the blond to be Naruto couldn't wait to shove him into the ground and make him eat those words. When he'd woken up that morning... He wanted to press that handy redo button that would set everything back to normal. Before he got drunk and before he did whatever he did with Neji after the stumble to his apartment.
At some point they could have talked. They could have worked things out. They could have done a lot of things before it came to this.
Honestly he didn't think Neji would be the first to throw a punch, either. The shock of the hit made it hard for him to ground himself, falling forward all too easily when Neji yanked him towards him. The other had the benefit of height, although it was only by an inch or two, his anger rising when he had to look up at that angry face.
"I don't think anything, Hyuuga! BECAUSE it's been ten. Fucking. Months!" Of course he grabbed Neji's lapels as well, fingers twisting in the fabric and ramming the man with as much force as he could into that handy wall behind them, his arm tucked firmly under the man's chin.
There was a crowd starting. He could feel them staring, his nerves on edge and his voice raising considerably. This emotion was something he rarely felt, tried so hard to ignore, and wasn't entirely happy to revisit. His arm pushed down harder. "Why would I think anything, huh?! Why can't you just let this shit go?!"
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