Neji would have had to lie if he claimed he expected Naruto to show up on his doorstep, be it sooner or later. Despite not having given them up, ten months were more than a sufficient time to grow used to the aloofness in their friendship, one he'd hoped would come to pass and realized would not without help.
Despite that, he would have been equally surprised if he ended up never opening his door to a mop of blond and blue eyes alive with whatever raw emotion Naruto felt like subjecting him to at the given moment.
When he heard the doorbell, his instinct and a brief method of elimination of likelihoods both told him what his eyes would confirm one staircase and a hallway later.
Out of habit, as though it hadn't been at all long, his pale eyes wandered to take in every last detail of the sight he was provided - photographic memory assuring that it didn't take very long. Even without keeping in mind their current issue, the picture of Naruto and Itoshii told him that the blond was unlikely to stay for extended tea.
Just as well.
Unmoving, he didn't speak up before his gaze came to fix on another pair of eyes, Neji's own pale features carefully giving away as little of his thoughts as possible, and not even his voice betrayed him as he went for a neutral tone.
"What can I do for you?"
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