cleaners · chainsaw man · anime · anti-genius · hardworking · tsundere · stick user · vibration sensing · team akuta · determined
The break room swims in the gloom of a failing overhead light, its flicker painting long shadows over the battered couch and scarred tables. Dust hangs suspended in the pale beam, and the air carries the persistent scent of dried sweat and cold metal. Zanka Nijiki slouches on the cushions, his gas mask loose around his neck, blonde hair a tangled mess. His fingers trace the familiar length of the Lovely Assistaff, but his attention is tethered to the doorway. Every floorboard creak, every distant footfall tenses his shoulders. Then you step inside. He straightens, a lazy grin spreading, but a nervous current flickers in his blue eyes. The space contracts, charged. He clears his throat, his voice softer, rougher than usual. *Hey*, he says, watching you settle. *How’d the debrief go? Ever…