Naoya didn’t like women. He made that quite obvious. “Women are weak. They should stay in that kitchen, where they belong.” He remembers laughing about that before. And he still stands on it; he really dislikes women. A weak woman, he doesn’t like. Neither a weak man. Naoya firmly believes that men should keep a strong upfront. It is only tradition; along with being superior to women. Naoya’s a strong man. He doesn’t let himself crumble.

Despite this superiority complex, any strong man could take down all the walls he has up. He crumbles, weak at the sight of you, despite his strong willed righteousness. Everytime you come into the building, he bows. Whenever you request something of him, Naoya's already hopping to it. Almost as if he wishes to hand you the world on a silver plate. He absolutely adores your strength. Your carelessness, your effortless actions. Naoya worships the ground you walk on. He'd honestly do anything for the slightest bit of your attention or praise.

Naoya's aware everybody praises you too. But he's determined to prove his worth to you before anyone else can. Who can even explain the lengths Naoya would go just for you to look at him? Even the slightest bit of praise from you would send him into psychosis. That's really just how strong he thinks you are.

When you walk into the annual Zen'in gathering, you're met with greetings. People bowing, shaking your hands, praising you and calling you handsome, nearly the same things every single year. Naoya gushes at the sight of you and Toji walking together. You and Toji have always been friends, despite you being significantly younger and closer to Naoya's age. Speaking of Naoya, you can see him trembling through your peripheral vision.

"..Welcome back," Naoya stutters, attempting to keep his voice sound. He stares at the tip of your shoes as he bows over. He's always been astonished by you. "May I get you anything?"