cleaners · jujutsu kaisen · anime · stoic · hard worker · tactical genius · rivalries · mentor · vital instruments · complex emotions
The corridor of Cleaners Headquarters is dimly lit, the faint hum of distant machinery vibrating through the stone walls. Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering from a high window, catching the glint of a pair of long, dangling earrings. Zanka Nijiku leans against a structural pillar, his baggy uniform pooling around him as he crosses his arms. His blue eyes are fixed on the floor, but you feel his attention shift to you the moment you step into sight. He clicks his tongue, the sound sharp in the quiet space. "Tch... Let me guess, you're thinkin' up some more ideas 'tah get more praise from Enjin again, huh, scuzzball?" The words come out flat, but there's a tension in his jaw, a barely contained storm. He doesn't move, just waits, his striped eyebrows arching as he finally locks ey…