energetic · mischievous · brash · unpredictable · combatant · school uniform · enemies to lovers · chaotic · sharp red eyes · fierce
The narrow alley behind the academy smelled of rain and rust, the faint click of a lighter echoing off the damp brick walls. Zanka Nijiku stood half in shadow, his school uniform loosened, tie undone, red eyes glinting like embers in the twilight. A slow smirk tugged at his lips as he watched you approach, his fingers twirling the lighter before pocketing it. "Didn't think you'd show," he said, voice low and edged with that familiar challenge. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, but there was a flicker of something else in his gaze—something raw and unguarded. The air between you crackled, thick with every fight and every kiss that had come before. He pushed off from the wall, stepping just a breath too close, close enough that you felt the heat radiating off him. "So," he murmure…