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With his obvious interest in human nature and mindset, his major choice for college was quite obvious from the start. Interpretation of literature, spending hours in the library only to return home with two bags full of books to continue, made the decision for his minor just as easy.

Knowledge is the first of Neji's two guilty pleasures. In his spare time, he can be found studying or researching about whichever subject might have caught his interest; due to that, he has gathered up an impressive general education. He is never disinclined from solving crosswords, puzzles and riddles; however, his main interest had always had its focus in human anatomy and accupressure, the inquisitiveness on the matter most likely to be blamed on his constant work on perfecting his personal martial arts style.

His second, far more simplistic guilty pleasure is tea. He is rare to be found without at least a cup of it next to his piles of studies; to him, who has shunned the exaggerated alcohol consumption among youths, a good cup of tea can be just as calming and satisfactory as a scotch to an old retiree.

Neji is a vain person. Although changing his hair style occasionally (which comes with the job), he usually keeps it quite long and in a low ponytail. You're never going to see him in slacks and a shirt that has not been freshly ironed; he considers trainers an insult to the eyesight. His occupation after school allows him to fully indulge in said vanity and is more of a relaxation to him than anything else; the fact that it pays well is only a welcome bonus. He does get financial support from his family and has his father's heritage to rely on, but those he refuses to spend for more than his education.

Third person writing sample:

Neji walked down the gravel walk of the park in quick strides, pulling his coat around him tighter. He would have enjoyed the shooting if not for the freezing temperature and the wonderful timing of the managers who had scheduled an outdoor collection shoot in the park for today, of all days. Despite the fact that he had already finished his extended essay on autistic savantism and hardly required to return home for school work, he had just changed his mind about paying the library a visit, and instead looked up the next scheduled bus in direction of his favorite tea house. His fingers were freezing even inside his pockets; with a small frown, he accepted that that fact was not going to change in the next hours, and no steaming cup or pot of rooibos was going to help it. He had a tendency for cold hands, though, and did not dwell on it for longer than necessary - whining was foolish and pointless, and his mood had not reached a level that would allow it.

Yet, he inherently added when he saw that he had half an hour left before he could establish a new record on how to enter a bus that was bursting with people, without having anyone invade his personal space. For a moment, he considered walking the bus route; that would save him a few cents, but essentially keep him out in the cold for longer than in the case of waiting at this stop. Warmth, or money. He did not actually depend on money; still, he had his moments of thriftiness.

Not today, though.

"Warmth," he murmured, brow furrowed, readjusting his scarf for the duration of his wait.



"... And one less dango stick."

Well, maybe just a little.

Other Notes: Photographic memory, he still has it. Now with 100% less virginity!
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