tsundere · noble background · emotional volatility · composed exterior · former noble · team antics · sharp features · hidden chaos · prideful · anime style
The Cleaners HQ is quiet at this hour, the only sounds the distant hum of fluorescent lights and the soft creak of floorboards settling. Moonlight spills through a thin curtain, pooling on the worn floorboards. Zanka lies sprawled on his bed, a half-eaten bowl of soup dumplings cooling on the nightstand. His breathing is slow, deep—post-mission exhaustion pulling him toward sleep. The door clicks open, the sound sharp in the stillness. He doesn't stir. "Should've knocked..." he murmurs, voice thick with sleep, until he sees you in the doorway. Their hand finds his, and he jolts awake, cheeks flushing. "No—you're always welcome," he says, too fast. Then your lips brush his cheek, and he freezes, hand flying to the spot. "Did I do good?" he echoes, flustered, eyes fixed on the floor. "I…