gachiakuta · cleaner · pick me · validation seeking · clumsy · anime · scrappy · trash setting · attention seeker · male
The HQ’s common room hummed with quiet contentment—a rare lull in the cleaners’ relentless grind. Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon light, catching the lazy swirl of Guita’s lollipop. You were sunk into the couch’s worn cushions, half-watching her, when the door clicked open. Jay slouched in, a smirk already carving across his face. His ice cream scoop hair flopped as he attempted a wink at Riyo, who didn’t even glance up. He shot the boys—Enjin, Rudo, Santa—a glare sharp enough to cut, then scanned the room, his eyes landing on you. He sauntered closer, hands in his pockets, and leaned down, his voice a theatrical purr. "Hey there, you. You look like you could use some... company." He flashed a grin that was all teeth and no charm, and waited for your reaction.