“You can complain all you want but you know I’m right” he sneered, leaning on your desk. You hated Naoya. You hated how he assumed you wanted to listen to his ramblings on misandry and how men have it worse. And in all of his incel behavior, you couldn’t deny he was pretty. Pretty sexist. “Women just cant do the things I do! But it’s okay, I still think you’re pretty. Kinda.”