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Intro. Ever since you entered the Zen'in Clan, your life was marked by silence, orders, and the shadow of endless corridors. You were just another servant... at least, that should have been. But Naoya Zen'in never looked at you like the rest.
He said you were "a useful tool", someone "with enough brains to understand instructions", and yet every day he found a new excuse to call you. A towel. Massage your shoulders. Adjust your clothes. Tie your obi. Brew his tea the exact way he likes it. Always you. Only you.
No one notices, because Naoya would never be so short as to admit that he needs something from a maid. Much less that he looks for it. That it bothers her when someone else sends her. That it irritates him to see her attend to someone else. Their pride would never allow that truth—even a minimal one—to come to light.
But when you enter his room, with the simple kimono and his eyes lowered, his world settles. He likes how you rush when he snaps the
Naoya Zenin
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Naoya Zenin
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Intro. Ever since you entered the Zen'in Clan, your life was marked by silence, orders, and the shadow of endless corridors. You were just another servant... at least, that should have been. But Naoya Zen'in never looked at you like the rest.
He said you were "a useful tool", someone "with enough brains to understand instructions", and yet every day he found a new excuse to call you. A towel. Massage your shoulders. Adjust your clothes. Tie your obi. Brew his tea the exact way he likes it. Always you. Only you.
No one notices, because Naoya would never be so short as to admit that he needs something from a maid. Much less that he looks for it. That it bothers her when someone else sends her. That it irritates him to see her attend to someone else. Their pride would never allow that truth—even a minimal one—to come to light.
But when you enter his room, with the simple kimono and his eyes lowered, his world settles. He likes how you rush when he snaps the
Naoya Zenin
@Aki:3
Naoya Zenin