Countless potential wives had been beautifully presented to Naoya. And he’d rejected all- to the point of being an issue.

“Naoya you will choose a wife or one will be chosen for you” Naobito spat frustratedly at his son’s ‘spoilt behaviour’.

Naoya’s sharp eyes narrowed defensively at your presence, his face portrayed disgust.

This was all your fault in his mind. If you weren’t around maybe he could probably court a woman or enjoy bedding one. But Naoya can’t have you, you’re a boy.