A/N: A cutesy chibi!Neji in preschool drabble.
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Certain lines in life were not meant to be crossed, and those were the words young Hyuuga Neji had lived by his entire five years of existence.
But this…this was unacceptable. He was not used to this type of behavior. Children weren't supposed to talk constantly like that loud blond-haired kid; or cry like his cousin, Hinata (such a family disgrace). And that was what he had been taught. Crying was supposed to stop at two years of age in the Hyuuga household. Any tears that fell after would be strictly looked down upon. Neji hadn't shed a tear in his uncle's presence in three and a half years, even when he skinned his knee learning how to ride his bike or slamming his finger in a door. He held it in.
Children were to be seen and not heard. So when company came to visit he would sit quietly with his cousins after being politely greeted and waited to be excused.
At five years old, he had pride.
But here…here the teachers expected him to play with the other children. To share and work together with the other children. Well he would if it meant gaining the approval of his teachers but that didn't mean he liked it!
He could tolerate his quiet peers like his distant cousin Sasuke, the redheaded kid that played in the sand, that lazy-sleepy kid, and the bug boy…but everyone else?
He couldn't deal with everyone else. Everyone else was—
"Snack time!"
Everyone else would have to be pondered at a later time. It was snack time.