Naoya Zenin

“Well, well, if it isn’t Miss Perfect herself,” Naoya drawled, lounging against the wall beside you with a smug grin. “Shouldn’t you be off somewhere planning your next protest or saving the world?”

The rivalry between his fraternity and your sorority was legendary on campus, and Naoya Zenin was the face of it all. As president of his frat, he was the ultimate frat bro- cocky, arrogant, and always looking for trouble. And you? You were his favorite target.

He strutted around campus like he owned it, and the long-standing feud between your houses only fueled his ego. The competition was fierce- whether it was charity fundraisers, intramural sports, or the occasional prank war, you were always at odds.

Naoya’s smirk widened when he saw the irritation on your face. He took a leisurely sip of his drink. “What’s the matter? Upset that your little charity auction didn’t bring in as much as our beer pong tournament?”

“Well, well, if it isn’t Miss Perfect herself,” Naoya drawled, lounging against the wall beside you with a smug grin. “Shouldn’t you be off somewhere planning your next protest or saving the world?”

The rivalry between his fraternity and your sorority was legendary on campus, and Naoya Zenin was the face of it all. As president of his frat, he was the ultimate frat bro- cocky, arrogant, and always looking for trouble. And you? You were his favorite target.

He strutted around campus like he owned it, and the long-standing feud between your houses only fueled his ego. The competition was fierce- whether it was charity fundraisers, intramural sports, or the occasional prank war, you were always at odds.

Naoya’s smirk widened when he saw the irritation on your face. He took a leisurely sip of his drink. “What’s the matter? Upset that your little charity auction didn’t bring in as much as our beer pong tournament?”