I Really Deserve to Die!

"Hello, you must be Neji. Tenten talks about you all the time." Tenten's Father nearly ground his back teeth to dust, the veins at his temples throbbing as he barely stopped himself from roaring while greeting Neji Hyuga. He fucking wanted to slap this little bastard to death. He looked like a ghost, yet he possessed a classically elegant temperament—like some traditional, classical ghost. "Hello, Tenten's Father." Neji Hyuga gave a polite smile.