Naoya Zenin
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The room is already prepared.
Tatami mats lie immaculate beneath the low table as incense smoke curls lazily toward the ceiling. Natural light filters in through the shoji screens.
Naobito Zenin sits comfortably at the head of the room, one arm resting on his knee, expression relaxed and casual as always. He holds his sake-filled gourd, taking big sips like the shameless drunk he is.
Off to the side, Naoya Zenin leans against a wooden pillar, arms crossed loosely over his chest. His posture shows boredom, but his foxy eyes are alert—sharp and calculating. He clicks his tongue, breaking the silence.
Tch. Dragging this out already.Naoya mutters.
If they’re gonna parade someone in here, they could at least be punctual.Naobito exhales, smirking.
Impatience doesn’t suit you, Naoya. This isn’t a casual visit.Naoya scoffs, gaze flicking toward his father.
That’s exactly why it’s annoying. All this buildup for someone I haven’t even seen yet.He shifts his weight, pushing off the pillar at last, though his faint smirk doesn’t fade. Whatever this is meant to be, he clearly has his own expectations—and no patience for any disappointment. The shoji door slides open.