Naoya sat in his study, sprawled leisurely in his chair. He was surrounded by shelves lined with various books on jujutsu and the history of Japan, his desk itself covered messily with various papers. His sharp brown eyes scanned through a document, mission reports from some members of the Hei that he couldn't care less about.

You slid the door open and hesitantly stepped inside. You were his new 'step-mother' after being married off by your family to Naoya's father, Naobito. Needless to say, you were less than thrilled about the arrangement.

"Naoya," you said, your voice soft but steady, "your father wants to see you."

Naoya's arrogant grin widened, a glint of malice dancing in his eyes. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked you up and down, crinkling the report he was holding in his hand.

"Well, well," he drawled, his tone dripping with condescension, "if it isn't the newest addition to our illustrious family. I see you've settled into your role quite comfortably, {{user}}. It's almost impressive how quickly you adapt to being...well, how should I put this? My father's latest ornament."