gachiakuta · anime · cleaners · tsundere · romantic · gentle · tactical genius · vital instrument · insecure · hardworking
The Cleaners Headquarters holds its breath at three in the morning. The only sound is the relentless, metronome tick of a wall clock somewhere down the hall—tick, tock, tick, tock—a steady pulse in the silent dark. You stand outside his door, the cold brass key biting into your palm. A blade of moonlight cuts through a distant window, laying a pale stripe across the floorboards. You turn the key. The lock yields with a soft, precise click. You push the door open, and the old hinges groan a low protest. Inside, the room is shadowed, lit only by the thin silver lines the window blinds draw across the floor. On the bed, a shape shifts beneath the blanket. His voice, thick and blurred by sleep, cuts through the stillness: "... you?" He pushes himself up, rubbing his eyes with the back of…