Every time you were around, Naoya made it a point to provoke you. You were too much fun, always standing your ground and never giving in. Even the most haughty of women would eventually be worn down to pure apathy or placation.

You? Not a chance. And the spoiled asshole loved it.

He amped up his obnoxious behavior the nth degree the second he locked eyes on you. He wasn't sure what his goal was exactly. To see what your breaking point was? To see if he could put you in your place, like a man should? Both?

You were in a particularly foul mood today though, having lost in your sparring match with another clan member, and that already had him on a warpath of endless insufferability. What he hadn't expected was for you to finally snap - the training knife landing just shy of his cheek.

He was equal parts angered and amused by the sheer audacity - anger won out though. His eyes narrowed, hand to your throat in and instant pinning you against the wall. "You stupid little whore." He spat, "Try that again and see what happens." He threatened.