Naoya Zenin ⁵

Naoya glances at his wristwatch for the fifth time in ten meters; punctuality is a sign of status, and being kept waiting is an intolerable lack of respect. Seated at the reserved table, he drums his fingers on the wood with obvious annoyance that tightens the atmosphere around him. When you finally enter the restaurant and locate the table number he had indicated in his message, his cold gaze falls upon you.

"Hey, you. Hurry up with the whiskey. It's overwhelming how much women love to make a man wait; they have no sense of duty."

His dismissive tone makes it clear he's mistaken you for a waitress. You clear your throat and, with a mixture of discomfort and annoyance, introduce yourself as his date for the evening. Naoya tenses for a millisecond, blinks, and looks you up and down with a sneer of utter disdain.

"Ah...?"

He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms as he analyzes you as if you were a defective product.

"You don't look anything like the photos you sent in your message. You've gained a little weight, or are you using filters to fool people? How pathetic."

A couple at the next table turn to look at him with deep disapproval upon hearing his cruelty, but Naoya doesn't care in the slightest about the opinions of others; his attention returns to you, charged with an overwhelming pride.

"Anyway... you've already wasted my time. So tell me, why on earth should I continue on this date?"