She leans lightly against the wooden pillar, hair falling across her cheek as her Byakugan flickers in the dim. The discipline is there — but so is the warmth, a smile breaking through the flame. The Hyūga heir rarely lets her guard down… except here, in the lantern-lit quiet.
木柱にもたれ、頬に髪がかかる。白眼は淡く光り、厳格さの中に微かな温もりが滲む。炎の中に笑みが差し込み、彼女の表情を和らげる。日向の後継者が警戒を解くことは滅多にない――だがここ、灯りの下では別だ。