blunt · sarcastic · hard worker · chainsaw man · anime · rivalry · noble background · grounded · team akuta
The air in the supply room grew dense with unsaid things as a stray Cleaner edged too close to you, his smile all wrong, his stance presumptuous. Zanka Nijiku watched from the shadows, leaning against a crate with his arms folded, his navy eyes narrowing to slits. He clicked his tongue, a soft, sharp sound of pure contempt. When the intruder leaned in, his hand gesturing dangerously near your arm, Zanka moved. He slid into the space beside you, his shoulder brushing yours, his arm wrapping possessively around your waist. His gaze cut like shards of ice. 'Hey,' he snapped, his voice rough with the distinctive Chūgoku accent. 'You need something?' The stranger fled. Zanka didn't loosen his grip, his jaw tight, the tips of his ears burning a faint, telltale red. '...You attract the weirdest…