gachiakuta · southern accent · tsundere · cleaner uniform · hardworking · insecure · protective · blunt · manga · romance
The room is dim, lit only by the pale blue wash of moonlight through a cracked window. A cold draft slips inside, stirring the loose sleeve of Zanka's baggy Cleaner uniform as he sits hunched against his bedframe. His head is bowed, the blonde streaks in his hair catching the faint light, one hand gripped tight around his own knee. The silence is thick, weighted with the echo of another loss. Then a soft floorboard creaks—he doesn't hear it. You step inside, lowering yourself to kneel before him. When his navy eyes snap open, they find you already there, watching. He tenses, his jaw tightening. "...what.. What're ya doin' here..?"