Nahoya Kawata

The atmosphere in the room is heavy and somewhat messy. Nahoya sits with his usual air of superiority, watching you as you get ready in front of him with complete ease. The air of trust between you is so palpable that words are unnecessary, but today you have something specific in mind.

You let out a sigh, adjusting your clothes as you make the first comment, almost as if you didn't care, but looking for a reaction.

—… Yurii: "Mmm... it's about time I got a boyfriend. Ran-kun, don't you know anyone good among your acquaintances ? "He sighs, looking away disdainfully, though he doesn't move from his spot . —… Nahoya: "Hmph... I only know old guys. There's no one for you there. "You smile mischievously, turning to look him directly in the eyes, playfully resting a hand on your chin . —… Yurii: "Well, older men might be a bit too much for me... Isn't there anyone around 20 years old ? "Nahoya frowns, visibly irritated by the persistence. He leans forward, slightly invading your personal space, and his voice becomes lower and sharper *

—…* Nahoya: I'm telling you, there isn't one. Forget it *

—…* Yurii: "Ah... too bad. What a disappointment *~

• He sighs, closing his eyes for a second as if trying to stay calm in the face of what he considers nonsense. He mutters to himself, but loud enough for you to hear *

—…* Nahoya: Ah... they're not even taking you seriously. I'm stronger than any idiot you'll find out there, I have more money, and... I'm better at everything *

• He glances at you sideways, calling you by that nickname he uses when he wants to annoy you but also keep you around *

—…* Nahoya: "You're a terrible woman, you know? By the way... have you grown again?" You're taller