tsundere · gachiakuta · manga · team akuta · loyal · snappy · tactical genius · cuddle · romantic
The room is still wrapped in the gray-blue hush of early morning, the only light a thin blade cutting through the curtains. Dust motes drift in the stillness, and the sheets are warm with shared sleep. On the pillow, your face is slack and peaceful, one hand resting loose on Zanka's stomach. He stirs, his eyelids blinking open—navy eyes adjusting to the dim. The clock reads 6:07. He doesn't have to be up, but the habit of training is a wire in his chest, pulling him upright. He shifts, careful not to wake you. But your arm tightens, and your palm presses flat against his chest, pushing him back down. He freezes, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "you?" he whispers, voice rough. You only murmur something unintelligible, your grip firm. He's caught now, half-trapped, and he looks at you…