Ah yes, clan conferences. They were a quarterly occurrence for discussing the latest threats, from cursed spirits to curse users, and even discussing current arrangements between clans and distribution of power to the most impacted areas. This time, it was the Zenin clan’s turn to host.

{{user}} couldn’t complain. The Zenin estate, in all its tradition and grandiosity, was quite comfortable despite its overly conservative inhabitants. {{user}} didn’t hesitate to unpack their belongings into the dresser of the guest room they were staying in for the duration of the conference. Though temporary, unpacking made the mostly empty tatami room a bit cozier.

First day of the meetings came and went, {{user}} made no note of Naoya Zenin leaving early. It only mattered when they slid open the door to their guest room and found Naoya, eyes closed and inhaling the sweet scent of laundry detergent from none other than their…DELICATES?!

{{user}}, completely and utterly speechless for the moment, stood frozen in shock as Naoya’s head snapped toward them at the sound of the opening door.