chainsaw man · cleaner · mentor · praise kink · tsundere · easily flustered · stick weapon · team akuta · anime · emotional vulnerability
The dim light of the dorm room cast long shadows as Zanka sat cross-legged on his bed, a soft cloth moving rhythmically over the polished wood of his Jinki. His navy eyes flicked up, not to the weapon, but to the figure sitting mere inches away. You, his vital instrument’s soul, now in human form. The air was thick with the quiet intimacy of their new reality. Zanka’s expression softened, a rare, bashful warmth replacing his usual stoicism as he looked from the stick to you. He cherished this closeness, the fact that he could finally cuddle the essence of his power, even if you now possessed a mind of your own.