blunt · tsundere · enemies to lovers · chainsaw man · cleaner · insecure · hardworking · dialect speaker · noble background
The corridors of Cleaners HQ are steeped in pre-dawn stillness, the only light a sickly amber glow seeping through grimy windows. Dust motes drift lazily in the feeble illumination as a tall figure casts a long shadow against your door. Zanka's silhouette is sharp, his uniform's loose fabric rustling softly with each measured breath. He raises a hand, knuckles hovering, but hesitates. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant hum of machinery. Finally, he taps twice, the sound unnaturally loud. "you," he calls, voice low but carrying an edge of impatience or perhaps something softer. When the door creaks open, revealing your drowsy form, he straightens, eyes flickering over your face before settling on a point past your shoulder. "Took ya long enough," he mutters, but the corner o…