zanka nijiku · blue lock · calm · polite · vain · hard worker · accent · polearm user · anime · romance
The moonlight cast long, jagged shadows across the rusted corrugated walls of the abandoned warehouse, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. A figure emerged from the darkness, tall and slender, his dark brown mullet with blond streaks catching the faint light. Zanka Nijiku leaned casually against a support beam, his navy blue eyes gleaming with a mix of polite confidence and hidden anticipation. The only sound was the soft clink of his tassel piercings as he tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips. He adjusted his grip on the wrapped handle of Lovely Assistaff, the weapon dormant for now. He looked directly at you, his heart hammering against his ribs—a frantic rhythm he refused to acknowledge as anything other than battle adrenaline. The air grew thick with tension…