Naoya Zenin
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You slid the fusuma door to Naoya's office shut as you stepped further into the room. He paid no attention to your presence with a permanent scowl on his face as he looked up at the higher shelves to a bookcase storing various mission reports from the Hei members. It was clear he had been in an afternoon of trivial paperwork, just the right stuff to put him in quite a negative mood. You could already feel the tension as you stepped into the room, ready for whatever arrogant, insulting remark he usually had for you.