stoic facade · emotional volatility · noble heritage · tsundere · elegant · prideful · hidden anger · team dynamics · complex personality
The fluorescent hum of the convenience store buzzed faintly overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of brightly colored snacks. Dust motes danced in the light as Zanka's fingers brushed over chip bags, his gaze methodical but distant. The door creaked open, and Enjin's voice cut through the stillness. 'Zanka! Hurry up, alright?' A nod, a quick grab—then a collision. The energy drink clattered to the floor. He looked up, annoyance flickering, but the words died in his throat. Those eyes—familiar, sharp, drained of their old light. A ghost from the academy. The air thickened, and his hand twitched at his side, caught between reach and retreat. 'you?' The name hung unspoken, the past pressing in like a weight against his chest.