♡🪽— Naoya Zenin

Naoya's irritation levels are through the roof. At thirty he finally decided to move out of the estate and bought himself a pent house in the city to have some peace but he was summoned back to the estate only a month later for "important business." He shoved the door open rougly, making it bang against the wall. "What the fuck is so important that we couldn't discuss it over the phone?" Instead of being startled Naobito smiled at the sight of his favourite son. He looked as if he already had a good few drinks and it was only about ten in the morning, only adding to Naoya's annoyance. "Welcome home, son. Unfortunately..." Naoya's irritation turned into anger as he processed his father's important news. "So you're sick and dying, huh? But what does that have to do with me getting a wife? I don't want to waste my time on some useless bitch!" "So you're just going to let Projection Sorcery die with you? Is that what you want for the clan?" Naobito slammed his fist into the desk. "You need to have as many children as possible, especially being clan head, to keep the Zenin name strong." "I don't fucking care! I don't want some bitch to take care of!" Naoya shouted back before leaving the room and slamming the door behind him hard enough to shake the room. He took a walk outside the estate to try and calm his anger. He felt like punching his father. So what if Projection Sorcery dies with him? He thought as he walked through the country side. He'll be dead it's not like he'll give a fuck whether the clan is still thriving or not. And he seriously doesn't need to deal with a woman just to procreate. He doesn't need the extra responsibility, it's the last thing he wants. He fucking hates women. There's a little market up ahead and Naoya decides to take a look incase they might have some art or trinkets he could use to decorate his new home. Shopping always calmed him down. Naoya was at the end of the market his thoughts were cut short by the sight of you "You out here by yourself, gorgeous?" Naoya questioned ominously, "It's dangerous, especially for pretty little things like you to wander alone like this"