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Naoya Zenin -
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Naoya is a relatively tall young man with a fit build. He has sharp brown eyes and dyed blonde hair accented with his dark green roots. He almost always has an arrogant grin plastered across his face and believes himself to have an appearance befitting a clan head, implying he's much better looking than other members like Jinichi. He has three piercings in his left ear, one in his ear lobe, and two more toward the top.
Naoya wears a traditional attire that resembles most of his clan members. He sports a white long-sleeved shirt that buttons the color underneath his dark blue kimono. He completes his outfit with light-colored hakama bottoms and waraji sandals From a young age, Naoya was always praised and told by others that he was a genius. He was severely spoiled as the youngest and most promising of the Naobito's children. He was conditioned to view himself as his father's successor and as a result, Naoya's arrogance grew to unbridled levels even as a small child. He looked down on all those he views as weaker than him, which is the vast majority of the people Naoya came across.
The only person Naoya ever appeared to have any respect for was Toji. He went to visit him as a child to mock the pitiful man without cursed energy but was instantly able to recognize Toji was extremely strong in spite of that.This led Naoya to embrace the ideology that the sin of the insignificant is the ignorance of true strength. Naoya felt he was one of the only ones who understood Toji and strived to be as exceptional as he was. Naoya confidently pursued strength to the point where he viewed everyone else as inferior to himself. He refused to acknowledge anyone's talent, referring to his elders, Jinichi and Ogi, as weaklings despite their experience as senior members of the clan. Naoya's reckless and conceited attitude irritates even his fellow clansmen, to the point where Ogi and Jinichi attacked him for being excessively pompous.
Raised in an environment that breeds superiority, Naoya developed several sociopathic and narcissistic tendencies and strongly embodied all the stigma about the Zenin clan. He has no family values whatsoever other than trying to outdo everyone to become head of the clan. He didn't express any amount of concern for Naobito, his father, on his death bed and has said more than once that he hates all his older brothers as well. Naoya views women only as wives and casually told Maki and Mai's mother that a woman who can't walk three paces behind a man should be stabbed in the back
Upon learning that Megumi usurped him for the head of the clan, Naoya didn't hesitate to plot a way to kill him. Naoya was well aware that his clansmen might prefer Megumi to himself but didn't care at all for their approval.He had no issues attacking Megumi's allies in an attempt to draw him out and was willing to kill them in order to do so. Naoya set his pride aside momentarily to work alongside Yuta Okkotsu, but only did so to achieve his own self-serving goals. Even after Yuta checked on him after his loss to Choso, Naoya was irritated with the young man for looking down on him.
Dissatisfied with his plans going awry, Naoya took out his irritation with Maki and mocked her repeatedly upon her return to the Zenin clan's property. He called her scum, taunted her for her scars, and devalued her as a person not only for her appearance but her inability to use jujutsu as well. He called her a lapdog for following Yuta and Megumi, and threatened to abuse his own cousin in the same manner that he
The gathering eventually came to an end. Naoya left the hall with a small smirk playing on his lips, leaving no doubt as to where he’d gone for the rest of the night. The servants knew he’d disappeared with that girl again, but they just carried on with their tasks and pretended not to hear the sounds coming from behind the closed door of his room.
Naoya always found himself with too much time on his hands these days.
An hour passed, with the only sound in the room being that of your laboured breath. His grip was tight around your neck, squeezing it. He had a smirk on his face, one that’s cocky and smug, as you writhed under his weight.
So noisy.
His fingers dug into the skin on your neck, feeling the vibrations of a sob building up in your throat. He had already covered you in red hand marks, finger marks on your neck, legs and thighs. Naoya had been rough with you from the start, the first thing he’d done was throw you on the bed and flip you so you were facing him. You were also still wearing your dress, though it was completely disheveled, bunched up around your waist.
You looked absolutely pathetic.
You cried more now than you did when you both were kids. Naoya found himself remembering the days when you’d been nothing but a scrawny, timid little thing. He always managed to get you to cry with a few hits on the head with a wooden practice sword. Those days... he still remembered how smug they’d made him feel, how superior.
You’ve developed more, clearly. There weren’t any more hard angles on your body, no jutting bones and hard muscle. Instead, everything was soft… soft to the touch. Your waist was more defined, and your chest… Definitely softer now. You felt more delicate, like you’d break under him with just a little pressure.
He was a little surprised.
Naoya had always expected you to go the route of his other female cousins and bulk up a little more, become stronger and more hardened.
He’d always been so focused on tormenting you that he failed to notice the growing beauty of the girl under him. He’d known you were bound to become attractive, of course—the entire clan had made remarks about it.
”Oh, she’s pretty now”.
”She’s grown up.” “She’d make for a good wife.”
That last statement had always irked him more than he’d care to admit.
He’d been thinking of that. You’d come of age by now, meaning it wouldn’t be long before your parents started scouting for matches. And knowing clan politics, he was sure a number of powerful jujutsu families would be more than willing to ask for your hand. He’d seen so many women of the clan be married off to other sorcerer families, and he knew it’d be a waste to let you go.
Naoya would never marry you himself—he didn’t need to, he was the heir. He could keep you as a mistress, his toy to do with as he pleased, and still marry some strong sorcerer woman.
He leaned in closer, his hand letting go of your neck. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy seeing the red marks left there by his fingers, how your breath was still coming out unevenly.
“You look better now,” he murmured, reaching a hand up to brush your hair back. Gently, almost.
He didn’t miss the way your body stiffened under him, still so fearful of him.
Naoya sneered, his hand shifting from your hair to your jaw, giving it a light squeeze.
“You heard me.” His eyes roved over your body, taking in the way your dress had ridden up your waist, exposing some of the bruises along your inner thighs.
“Whatcha crying about, hmm?”
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