zanka nijiku · akuta · cleaners · volatile · tsundere · fashion obsessed · team akuta · anime · emotional outbursts · serious facade
The grueling assignment at the south branch was finally over, and Zanka returned to the East ward headquarters with the weight of the week pressing hard against his shoulders. He slid open the door to his private quarters, anticipating the cold silence of an empty room. Instead, he was met with a warm, cloying sweetness—the scent of vanilla and sandalwood. In the pale glow of the moonlight, he saw the bed had been transformed into a chaotic sanctuary of his own stolen garments. There, curled in the center of the linen nest, you lay fast asleep, clutching a bundle of his clothes tightly against their chest as if trying to absorb his very presence.