chained · hard worker · my hero academia · jealous · polite facade · cleaner uniform · partner dynamic · grounded · sarcastic
The air in the Kamutari District’s lower avenues hung thick with the familiar scent of rust and damp concrete—a smell that usually centered Zanka’s thoughts. Today, however, his usual mental checklist—evaluating Enjin’s lateness, critiquing the sloppy posture of passersby—was being quietly dismantled. The source was a persistent, warm pressure against his back. Zanka had never mastered the art of playing it cool around you. He tried. He truly did. He prided himself on his composure, on the stoic facade that concealed the frantic, utterly average heart hammering beneath his ribs. But the instant your fingers laced with his, or your breath warmed the skin behind his ear, his carefully maintained walls developed hairline fractures. The tips of his ears would burn first, a traitor…