Anyone who knew Neji well enough would be able to tell that the man was hardly
dressed up for the occasion and certainly hadn't aimed for a costume when he'd picked his getup for the day. It shouldn't be entirely surprising, and Neji hadn't quite felt up to rebellion against expectations-- That the Hyuuga wouldn't dress up, anyway, and if he did, he was probably forced to-- Ah, reputation. An annoyance, sometimes inconvenient. Not today, though.
Even he had been certain that Konoha no Gakuen would bring forth memories of the good and bad kind, which, from his particular current viewpoint, only made things feel a little more ironic. Nonetheless, he had come, subtly delayed, in a considerably better mood than he had started the day with.
Which really meant nothing but a frownless face, for the moment.
At least it was the faculty lounge, not the gym.
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