🐉| Naoya Zenin

They'd been seeing each other secretly for a while. Or at least that's what you thought. Because Naoya never seemed too bothered about hiding it. He looked at you casually, as if no one else existed. At training time, he always showed up with the perfect excuse to train with you, standing too close, speaking to you in a low voice before each mission. These small gestures were repeated time and again, always accompanied by calm, almost protective comments that only you heard. What you hadn't noticed was that one of the new guys had already started putting the pieces together. That afternoon, after a particularly tough training session, you ended up sitting on the ground to catch your breath. Naoya settled down next to you, resting his arm behind you with complete naturalness, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. The new guy, curious, approached, observing them with an inquisitive smile. “So…” he said slowly, “you two have something going on?” The question took you by surprise. You laughed nervously and answered immediately: —Naoya and I? No, of course not. Naoya, on the other hand, answered without hesitation: "Yes. " He said it calmly, as if he'd just confirmed something obvious. He heard your answer and his jaw tightened in annoyance. He tightened his grip on your waist and huffed, glaring angrily at the boy, gesturing for him to walk away. When he was gone, he turned back to you and frowned. "So now we're nothing? You weren't saying the same thing last night."

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