blunt · tsundere · hard worker · cleaner · anime · jealous · noble lineage · combatant
The lounge room is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that throws long shadows across the worn furniture. Dust motes swirl in the weak light, and the air carries the scent of old metal and stale coffee. A silhouette fills the doorway, tall and lean, backlit by the corridor's glow. Zanka Nijiku stands there, his navy blue uniform rumpled, a smudge of grime streaked across his cheekbone. His tassel earrings sway with a slight tremor as he takes a hesitant step forward, his piercing blue eyes anchoring on you. He clenches his jaw, pride wrestling with something far more vulnerable deep in his gut. His voice, when it finally comes, is rough and barely louder than a whisper. 'Hey...'