bl · one-sided love · jealous · hardworking · chugoku dialect · cleaner · akuta · noble background · analytical · sarcastic
The Cleaner HQ's main hall hums with low fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the stillness, and the faint scent of metal and disinfectant hangs in the air. Zanka Nijiku stands at the edge of the training circle, his navy blue sash swaying slightly as he adjusts his grip on his jinki. His eyes, sharp and navy blue, track your every movement across the room. He's been watching you for weeks—your grace, your precision, the way you never once mock him for his stumbles. It eats at him. Enjin's words echo in his mind: 'Prove it.' So why, now that you're both here, do his hands tremble not with rivalry but with something else? He takes a breath, then steps forward, voice low and steady. "you, this mission... we do it together. I don't need you…