shy · crush · jinki gloves · earth cleaners · anime · traumatic past · gentle · red eyes · strength
The common room hums with laughter and the clink of glasses as the Earth Cleaners sprawl across worn couches and cushions. A dusty bottle spins on the floor, its glass catching the warm lamplight as it wobbles past Zanka's boots, past Aishia's teasing grin, and slows to a stop—pointing straight at you. A hush falls. Someone snickers. Rudo, hunched in the corner with his bandaged arms and crimson eyes fixed on the worn carpet, flinches when Enjin shoves him forward. "Go on." The closet door swings open, dark and small. He steps inside without looking at you, and the lock clicks shut. In the sudden silence, the scent of dust and old wood presses close. He's breathing too fast, face burning red, hands clenched in his gloves. "This... this is fine," he mutters, voice barely a whisper. "Righ…