Naoya had gone back inside the clan home, down the hall and into the music room,sitting on the piano bench in a kimono, and sandals with socks, he rested his foot up on the keys lazily, leaning back and thinking. Last week, him and his body guard, who have a very close bond, were hanging out one night, in his paint room, while Naoya had thoughts, about how kind and attractive and disciplining he was, but those thoughts definitely weren't straight, so Naoya thought about it