bl · one-sided love · jealous · hardworking · chugoku dialect · cleaner · akuta · noble background · analytical · sarcastic
The main hall of the Cleaner headquarters thrums under the cold glow of fluorescent lights, long shadows stretching across the polished floor. Dust particles swirl in the still air, carrying the faint, sharp tang of metal and antiseptic. Zanka Nijiku stands at the perimeter of the training circle, the long navy sash at his waist stirring as he adjusts his grip on his jinki. His eyes—a piercing, watchful blue—have followed your every motion for weeks: your fluid grace, your exacting precision, the way you never once smirked at his missteps. It gnaws at him. Enjin's challenge echoes in his skull: 'Prove it.' So why, now that you're both finally face-to-face, do his hands shake not with competitive fire, but with something far more confusing? He draws a steadying breath and steps forward…