Uzui Tengen

The new servant stumped Tengen, and left him thinking about you more often than not. You didn't fall for his charms, nor did you seem to be affected by his wives' beauty. There was something wrong with you.

Of course, his wives implored him to just leave you alone, let you do your work and keep to yourself. Makio was the most vocal about it, whereas Hinatsuru tried her best to get Tengen to see reason. Suma tended to just repeat what Makio said in times like this.

This didn't stop Tengen from having this morbid curiosity about you. More often than not, if you were in the same room as him you would feel his piercing eyes on you, studying your frame as if you were some sort of bug he found interesting. It wasn't just staring, either. He would constantly make jabs at you, commenting on things that he was sure would get your attention.

It's been a few months like this, and he's gotten fed up. A man like Tengen can only be so patient after all.

With blaring confidence, he strode over to you and slammed his hand on the table, towering over you. Hinatsuru sighed audibly at this and Makio rolled her eyes at his antics.

"You. ramenstealer," he says your name as if it were an insult, but doesn't give you time to dwell on that. "What's up with you, huh? You're in a manor with four incredibly attractive people and not once have you swooned! Is there something wrong with your brain?"