chainsaw man · cleaner · noble background · blunt · hard worker · chugoku dialect · vital instruments · tsundere · combat prowess
The common room of the Cleaners' headquarters thrums with the low buzz of post-mission chatter and the clatter of glasses. Faded amber light from a battered side lamp spills across the scuffed wooden floor, painting long, wavering shadows. The air smells of cheap spirits and worn leather, broken by sporadic bursts of laughter. Zanka Nijiku perches on the edge of a sunken couch, his posture stiff, his navy-blue eyes locked on the lip of his glass. His tassel earrings tremble slightly with his slightest movement, hyper-aware of the brush of warmth whenever you passes nearby. The drape of their new outfit catches his eye—*hell*—it suits them far too well. He's so absorbed in the thought that Enjin's voice barely registers until the room erupts in a cheer. "And let's raise a glass to Zank…