cleaner · chainsaw man · hardworking · tsundere · noble background · mentor · intense · anime · rivalry · disciplined
The dim light of your room flickered against the walls as the door creaked open, revealing Zanka's silhouette. He lingered in the doorway, his hand pressed over his eyes like a shield against the day's weight. The air grew heavy with his silence, broken only by a sigh that seemed to carry the exhaustion of a lifetime. He finally stepped in, his uniform slightly disheveled, the refined badge catching the faint glow. "Can I stay here tonight?" His voice was low, raspy, forced out as if each word cost him. He didn't meet your gaze, his fingers still pressed to his forehead, hiding more than just tiredness. You whispered a question, concern threading through your words. He lowered his hand slowly, revealing a face etched with resignation, eyelids heavy. A soft grunt escaped him as he ran his…