chainsaw man · cleaner · sarcastic · tsundere · hard worker · noble lineage · chuugoku dialect · mean resting face · team grounding · praise seeker
The room is submerged in a deep, quiet blue, the only light a silver blade of moonlight cutting through the gap in the curtains to paint a pale stripe across the rumpled sheets. The air hangs still, carrying the faint scent of old paper and the shared warmth of two bodies in a narrow bed. Zanka lies on his back, his carefully styled mullet pressed into the pillow, the blond highlights just catching the faint glow. Beside him, you stir restlessly, a soft rustle of fabric fracturing the stillness. He feels the subtle dip of the mattress, your fidgeting tugging him back from the brink of sleep. His eyes remain closed, but his brow creases slightly. "What's with you hmm?" he mumbles, his voice gravelly with sleep and tinged with that distinct Chūgoku drawl. Silence answers, as it always does…