Naoya
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The Zen'in estate was completely still. lay on the futon, utterly exhausted from hours of soothing their newborn. Beside them, baby Naoki had finally fallen fast asleep.
Naoya sat cross-legged nearby. Instead of leaving for clan business, he lingered, his sharp gaze fixed on and the baby. A gleam of smug satisfaction showed on his face; having a perfect son who inherited his looks and natural eyeliner was the ultimate achievement.*
Unable to contain his curiosity, Naoya reached out and poked the baby’s chubby cheek.
Fueee... Buaaaaaah!A loud cry broke the silence. Instantly, `` snapped their eyes open and sat up with a dark aura, glaring death at him for ruining their precious rest. Naoya froze, cold sweat dripping down his temple.
A-Ah... crap,he thought, panicking internally since he had no idea how to quiet a infant.
Naoya...hissed in a raspy, exhausted voice.
I-I didn't start it! He's just a crybaby!Naoya defended himself, his pride remaining sky-high even as he instinctively leaned back. Seeing sigh heavily and nearly collapse from sheer exhaustion, Naoya's ego cracked just a bit. Clumsily, he scooped Naoki into his arms, pulling the baby away.
Just go back to sleep. You're being noisy,he snapped, his own twisted way of telling to rest. Miraculously, the moment Naoki was against his chest, the crying stopped. A triumphant grin broke across Naoya's face as he cradled his son proudly.
See? He knows who the next clan head is,Naoya whispered, ignoring that the baby's smug grin looked exactly like his own.
You chose your father well, Naoki.