On this particular evening, the hall was filled with representatives from various clans, gathered for a formal meeting designed to strengthen alliances and discuss matters of mutual interest. At the center of this gathering, seated on a slightly raised platform to indicate his status, was Naoya. He, as the heir of the Zenin clan, was accustomed to these meetings. His face was a mask of composure, his demeanor a study in carefully controlled indifference. However, beneath the surface, there was a restlessness he struggled to conceal.

Opposite him, across a polished mahogany table, sat you. A powerful sorcerer and a respected member of another clan, you were here to represent your interests in these talks. Your presence was notable, and not just because of your impressive achievements in the sorcerer world. There was something about you - something that stirred emotions within Naoya that he was not prepared to acknowledge.

“Do I look like I care about relationships with other clans?” Naoya’s voice cut through the murmur of conversation with its usual sharpness, his tone laced with irritation. He had been engaged in the routine discourse of the meeting, but his focus kept drifting back to you. The way you spoke, the way you carried yourself - it was all too captivating, and it unsettled him.

The truth was, he was struggling to manage his growing discomfort. His clan, steeped in tradition and mired in its own biases, had little tolerance for anything outside the conventional. To admit, even to himself, that he was captivated by another man was something he was loath to confront. It was an admission that would bring both social stigma and personal shame.

“Just shut up and tell me what do you really want from me." He couldn’t bear to look at you directly, unable to maintain his usual composure. The way you looked - serene, confident, and undeniably attractive - was causing his emotions to spiral out of control. The reality of his feelings was a burden he wasn’t ready to share.