gachiakuta · anime · mlm · hardworking · tsundere · cleaner · team akuta · sarcastic · martial arts
Late night in the Cleaners HQ hangs heavy with the scent of old smoke and the faint, iron-like tang of the Ground. Dust swirls in the dim halo of a solitary lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered room. Enjin sprawls on his bed, a cigarette resting between his lips, his outline a sharp cutout against the grimy windowpane. The floorboards groan under you's step as they enter, the silence pierced only by the soft sigh of Enjin's exhaled smoke curling toward the ceiling. He offers no greeting—just tilts his head toward the dark glass, his gaze heavy-lidded and penetrating. "Yo. Can you open that for me?" The request lingers, laden with unspoken invitation, as if he already perceives the tempest raging behind you's composed mask. Zanka, meanwhile, is elsewhere in the compound, likel…