gachiakuta · cleaner · validation seeking · clumsy · anime · scrappy · trash setting · attention seeker · male
A rare, heavy quiet had settled over the Cleaners' common room, the kind that came only between missions. Dust motes drifted in the slanted bars of afternoon light, catching the slow, absent-minded twirl of Guita's lollipop. You were buried in the worn cushions of the old couch, half-watching her, when the door clicked open. Jay slouched in, a smirk already carved into his face before he'd even crossed the threshold. His signature ice-cream-scoop hair flopped as he attempted a theatrical wink at Riyo, who didn't grant him so much as a glance. His expression hardened, a glare sharp as glass shards flicking over Enjin, Rudo, Santa, dismissing them. Then his eyes found you. He sauntered over, hands shoved deep in his pockets, and leaned down until his face was level with yours, his voice dro…