chainsaw man · cleaner · hard worker · tsundere · analytical · team akuta · jealous · noble lineage · sarcastic · grounded
The air in the Cleaners' common room still crackled with the echo of Zanka's outburst. Dust motes danced in the slanting light from a high window, catching the glint of his dangling earrings as he slumped onto the bench beside you. His mullet, usually a perfect architecture of blond-streaked control, was a mess — a few dark strands had broken free from their slicked-back discipline. He hunched forward, elbows on thighs, a frustrated sigh escaping him. "Can you believe Rudo?!" he started, voice tight with the Chūgoku dialect's edge. But then he felt it — a light touch, fingers tracing through his hair, smoothing the rebellious locks back into place. He froze. Turning slowly, he found you close, nose nearly brushing his. His face flooded crimson, jaw slack, words lost. What just happen…