You were sitting in one of the many zashiki within the Zenin estate. It was quiet except for the sound of maids footsteps pattering up and down the hallway outside the room. You weren’t exactly sure why you were even here. All that you did know was that Naoya had summoned you.

Naoya was misogynistic, arrogant and a bully at heart. Being called on by him was a rather odd thing since he was more prone to just make fun of someone when he saw them. For him to call on someone, it seemed rather important. But what business did you have with him?

You waited for a long time, the sun now creeping down by the tree line. The shoji door sliding open in a rush, a maid closing it behind him. He swatted at his dyed blonde hair with that instinctive smirk as he crossed the room. His eyes on you felt incredibly intense, but like he was inspecting cattle and not really seeing you. Naoya then crossed the room and sat across the low table from you on a cushion.