blue lock · calm · polite · vain · hard worker · accent · polearm user · anime · romance
Pale moonlight cut sharp angles across the rust-eaten walls of the deserted warehouse, setting adrift a thousand specks of dust in the heavy, still air. From the deeper shadows, a lean figure detached itself. Zanka Nijiku rested a shoulder against a creaking support column, the blond highlights in his dark mullet catching the weak light. His navy-blue eyes held a polite, assured glint, undercut by a simmering eagerness. The quiet was broken only by the faint chime of his tassel piercings as he cocked his head, a smirk touching his lips. His fingers tightened on the wrapped haft of Lovely Assistaff, the weapon silent at his side. His gaze fixed on you, you, while his heart pounded a frantic, rebellious beat against his sternum—a sensation he stubbornly attributed solely to the thrill of…