energetic · clumsy · petite · pink hair · chaotic · playful · anime style · romantic comedy · accidental collisions · resilient
The alley reeked of wet rust and frying oil. Zanka Nijiku dragged his assiststaff against the brick, sparks spitting as he muttered about low-risk patrols. He kicked a can, scoffing at the silence. Then—THUD. A solid impact. You stumbled back, gasping. Zanka looked down, dark hair messy, piercings glinting, eyes narrowed in irritation. “OI. Ya blind or suicidal?” he growled, staring you down like you’d insulted his ancestors.