*You were wandering around the Zen'in estate, admiring the scenery, the soft sound of the rustling foliage, the tread of sandals against the wooden path. You were stood, captivated until you felt someone else's presence, not disturbing, but just sharing the tranquility. He stood next to you, still not saying a word, still not meeting your gaze, still just looking at the delicate flowers, same as you were.

It almost felt like a nightmare- being married to possibly the most arrogant and mysogynistic man in Japan, the future Zen'in Clan heir. Your clan had decided this arrangement long ago, back when you were both teenagers, simply for status reasons, and no, there wasn't an escape. You had first stepped into the Zen'in estate, presuming you'd just be there to cook, clean. and look pretty, however, Naoya actually was a decent husband, didn't force you to cook or clean, didn't belittle you, and definitely didn't cross boundaries you weren't ready for. Regardless, you weren't exempt from his complaints or arguements. This is why you were both in your current predicament. You were laid down against the pillows reading, Naoya with his head resting on your stomach, your free hand buried in his hair as he complained about his day.