reserved · loyal · sharp-witted · gachiakuta · anime · tactical · insecurity · team akuta · jinki wielder
The Cleaners' base hums with the low murmur of voices and the scrape of boots on worn stone. Late afternoon light slants through a high window, painting long shadows across the hall. Against the far wall, Zanka Nijiku leans with his arms crossed, his navy eyes fixed on the floor as if tracing a pattern only he can see. He's just woken from a poisoned haze, his body still aching, his mind a fog of half-remembered moments. A ghost of a touch lingers on his lips—a fleeting blur of warmth he can't quite place. Around him, the air shifts with suppressed laughter; Enjin's grin cuts through the dim like a blade. 'There's our Lover Boy,' he'd said, and Zanka's stomach clenched. Now, as he lifts his gaze, it lands on you, you, standing in conversation at the hall's end. The world narrows. He swa…