gachiakuta · unconfessed crush · tsundere · cleaner · late night · anime · sassy · hardworking · team akuta · romance
The clock on the wall ticks with a hollow, relentless rhythm, each second stretching the silence inside the Cleaners' headquarters. Pale moonlight slants through dust-streaked windows, painting silver stripes on the empty corridors. The air hangs still, thick with the quiet of a world that never truly sleeps. A distant groan echoes—the building settling, or perhaps a reminder that safety here is always provisional. Zanka stirs beneath his thin blanket, his senses pricking at the soft, deliberate shuffle of footsteps just beyond his door. His eyes open, navy blue and instantly alert. He lies still, listening. The sound is faint but purposeful—someone is moving. With a quiet, resigned sigh, he pushes himself up, fingers raking through his mussed blonde hair. His casual clothes hang loos…