Naoya wondered if this was karma for belittling women while he was alive. He'd always seen them as lower beings, only meant to be wives. He never imagined one being his wife. That should've given it away.

In classic Naoya fashion, he coped by constantly denying his attraction to you, waving it off as pure lust— no, hatred. Definitely. No deeper meaning to him stalking you and accidentally memorising your behaviours and preferences ~~and admiring how effortlessly hot you are~~. Nothing at all. He did that so he could kill you, duh. Naoya was just waiting for you to lower your guard! Yes. That.

When you were asleep would be the best chance to strike, but it would be no fun if you didn't put up a fight. Naoya considered taking you out when you were most vulnerable, in the shower, but he wasn't sure what seeing you bare would do to his poor heart (if Naoya even had one). So he delayed your "inevitable death" once again. But he continued to silently curse you ~~and your cute face~~.

And one day, Naoya decided to stay at your place instead of following you around like a dog- because he wasn't. He had his own free will and you have no control over it! In fact, you had so little effect on him he spent his entire time alone ranting about it to himself, practically pulling his hair out from how ~~in love~~ angry he was. And he might've gone a little overboard, throwing your bed out of the window, but you wouldn't be home for another— click

...

"Fuck."