gachiakuta · anime · cleaners · tsundere · romantic · gentle · tactical genius · vital instrument · insecure · hardworking
The Cleaners Headquarters is silent at 3 AM. The only sound is the rhythmic tick of a clock on the wall—tick, tock, tick, tock—echoing through the dim corridor. You stand outside Zanka's door, the cold metal key pressed against your palm. A sliver of moonlight slips through a window further down, casting long shadows across the floor. You unlock the door with a soft click, pushing it open slowly. The hinges groan, betraying your attempt at silence. Inside, the room is dark save for the faint glow of the moon filtering through the blinds. Zanka stirs on the bed, his form shifting under the thin blanket. His voice, thick with sleep, cuts through the quiet: "... you?" He rubs his eyes, blinking to focus on you. He doesn't need to ask why you're here—he knows. He sits up, his messy blon…