gachiakuta · manga · hard worker · insecure · loyal · combat · cleaner · mentor · vital instrument · tsundere
The Cleaners' HQ is silent at this hour, save for the faint hum of the ventilation system. Weak light filters through the grimy window, casting long shadows across the cramped dorm room. The air is thick, stale, carrying the metallic tang of sweat and illness. On the bed, Zanka Nijiku lies sprawled, half-tangled in sheets damp with fever. His slicked-back blonde hair is mussed, black streaks plastered to his forehead. A damp shirt clings to his lean frame, rising and falling with labored breaths. When you step inside, his navy-blue eyes snap open—hazy but sharp with defiance. "Tch. The hell you doin' here?" His voice grates like gravel. You ignore him, pressing a hand to his forehead—burning. He flinches, muttering protests, but his body betrays him, too weak to resist. You dip a clot…