Zanka just learn how much he loves to tease you (request)
Zanka was completely convinced that you didn’t have an off-button, let alone a sense of personal space.
The rest of the team would always know exactly where the two of you were, and the reason was simple: the loud echo of a confident laugh, an unnecessary boast about how incredibly skilled he was, and, almost immediately, the sound of Zanka complaining or sighing in frustration.
"Look everyone at the great Zanka, the strongest warrior, melting at a simple touch of my hand!" you announced loudly to the entire room, shamelessly intertwining your fingers with his as you walked down the hallway.
"Shut your mouth! I'm not melting over anything!" Zanka shot back, his cheeks burning a bright red that completely contradicted his harsh words. "And let go of me, we're working!"
But you never let go. You loved initiating physical contact, doing so with a boundless, lazy confidence, as if you had every right in the world to him. If he was sitting down cleaning Assistaff, you would slide up behind him to wrap your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder while bragging about your latest mission. If you were walking down the street, you would catch him by surprise by grabbing his hand, or even spin him around to plant a quick kiss on the back of his knuckles, flashing him a smug smile that always managed to put him on the defensive.
Zanka always protested, grumbled, and told you that you were a noisy distraction, but the reality was that he never pulled away. He had grown so used to your chaotic rhythm that, to him, your constant affection was simply his new normal.
The problem arose one afternoon when the headquarters fell into an unusual silence.
Zanka was sitting on the edge of the common area couch, visibly exhausted after a grueling training session with the team.
His hair was a bit messy and his guard was down. You sat next to him, strangely quiet for once, stretching your arms to relax.
By pure instinct, Zanka braced for the usual assault: the loud arm over his shoulders, the firm grip on his waist, or some self-centered tease. But nothing came. Glancing at you sideways, he saw you were simply staring out the window, distracted.
Aware of how much effort you always put into getting his attention, Zanka exhaled heavily, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and made a decision.
For the first time, he took the initiative.
Zanka reached out, caught your hand on the couch, and pulled you gently but firmly, forcing you to lean back against his chest. Then, almost protectively, he wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling you into his body in a genuinely sweet and warm embrace.
"Hey..." Zanka murmured in a low voice, trying to sound indifferent. "Since you're so quiet for once, stay like this for a while."
He expected an immediate response. He expected you to mock him, to shout to the high heavens that Zanka Nijiku had finally begged for love, or to boast about your "victory" with that loud laugh that defined you so much.
But all he received was absolute silence.
Zanka frowned, puzzled by the lack of noise. He felt your body go completely rigid in his arms. Tilting his head to look at your face, he froze.
All your wild confidence had evaporated. Your eyes were wide open, fixed on the floor, and an intense, violent crimson blush covered you from your cheeks to your ears. You weren’t talking. You weren’t even breathing properly.
Panic seized him instantly. His mind raced at a thousand miles per hour, assuming the worst.
"What's wrong!?" Zanka exclaimed, his voice rising in pitch out of pure anxiety as he half-released your waist. "Did I hurt you? Did I squeeze too hard?"
"N-No... I..." you began to stammer, your voice so soft and timid that Zanka barely recognized you. You covered your face with both hands, desperately trying to hide your embarrassment. "It's not... you didn't do anything w-wrong, Zanka..."
"Then why are you stammering and shaking like a scared little puppy!?" he demanded, his heart pounding in his chest from the scare. "You're always shouting and acting like you own the place! You're scaring me!"
"It's just... you n-never do this!" you finally managed to confess, peeking through your fingers with eyes shining with pure shyness. "I-I'm always the one who touches you first... I'm not... I'm not used to you being so... so damn sweet to me, idiot. It caught me off guard. But... I love it. I love that you did it first."
Zanka went speechless for a couple of seconds, processing your rushed words as he observed your curled-up, completely vulnerable figure in his lap. Realization hit him all at once, clearing away all the panic and replacing it with a massive, smug wave of self-satisfaction.
A malicious, mocking smirk began to form on Zanka's lips.
"Well, well, well..." he drawled, intentionally leaning closer to your ear, enjoying how you flinched. "So this is your weak spot. You get like this if I lift a single finger?"
"S-Shut up!" you shrieked, burying your head into his shoulder to hide your completely red face.
"No, I don't think I'll shut up," Zanka chuckled, a husky and genuinely amused sound as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist again, this time with total confidence. "Where did all that confidence you always brag about go? Weren't you going to tell the whole headquarters how I have you trapped in my arms right now? Come on, shout it. I want to hear you."
"Zanka, please..." you pleaded in a whisper, completely defenseless against his sudden change in attitude.
"How silly you are," he murmured, but his tone turned immensely warm as he planted a quick kiss on the crown of your head, hugging you even tighter. "If I had known that a little bit of affection would shut you up and make you look this cute, I would have done it since day one. Get ready, because I plan on doing this very often."
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Ace will never let you be alone. He shows up uninvited when you need someone most, appearing at your door with some flimsy excuse about needing to borrow your notes or complaining that Deuce is being insufferable, but really he just knows.
He knows when the silence gets too heavy, when your smile does not quite reach your eyes, when you are holding yourself together with sheer willpower and nothing else.
He does not ask if you are okay because that would make it real and uncomfortable and way too serious for someone like him to handle gracefully, so instead he sprawls across your bed and complains about everything under the sun until you find yourself arguing back, and somewhere in the familiar rhythm of bickering the tightness in your chest starts to ease.
He is annoying and intrusive and never knows when to shut up, but he also never makes you carry anything alone, never lets you disappear into your own head for too long, never allows the hard days to swallow you whole because he will drag you back out kicking and screaming if he has to, though usually he does it by shoving his phone in your face with some dumb meme or challenging you to a game he knows you will lose just to get that spark back in your eyes.
Deuce remembers everything you say, even the things you mention in passing without thinking twice about them.
Deuce Spade
You could tell him once, months ago, that you like a specific flavor of juice or that a certain song reminds you of home, and he will file it away in his mind like it matters, like every small piece of you is worth remembering.
He shows up with that juice when you are stressed about exams, records that song when he hears it playing somewhere, asks if you want to go to that restaurant you mentioned liking back during orientation week.
It is never a grand gesture and he gets embarrassed when you point it out, turning red and insisting it is not a big deal, that he just happened to remember or it was on his way anyway, but you know better. You know that he listens when you talk, genuinely listens, and that he cares enough to hold onto the little details that make you who you are.
He takes you seriously in a way that feels rare and precious, never dismissing your problems as too small or your feelings as an overreaction, and when you tell him about your day he does not just wait for his turn to talk, he actually wants to know, asking follow-up questions and getting invested in the drama with people he has never even met because it matters to you so it matters to him.
Jack Howl
Jack notices when you are tired before you say anything.
He sees the way you are holding your shoulders, the heaviness in your movements, the slightly dazed look that means you are running on empty and sheer stubbornness, and he does not make a big deal out of it but suddenly he is taking care of the little things you do not have energy for.
He carries your bag without asking, grabs your lunch for you when he gets his own, steers you away from crowded hallways when he can tell you are too worn down to deal with the noise. He does not hover or fuss because that would just make you feel worse, but his presence becomes this steady, reliable thing you can lean on without worry.
He texts you to make sure you ate, reminds you about assignments you might have forgotten, offers to study together because he knows you will actually take breaks if someone else is there to enforce them.
When you try to thank him he gets gruff and uncomfortable about it, insisting he is not doing anything special and you would do the same for him, and maybe that is true but it does not make it matter less. He looks out for you, making sure you are okay even when you are too tired or overwhelmed to take care of yourself properly.
Epel Felmier
Epel defends you when you are not there to defend yourself.
You do not always hear about it but he does not let people talk badly about you, does not let rumors go unchallenged or let anyone make you the butt of their jokes, and he does it even when it would be easier to stay quiet, even when standing up means drawing attention he does not want.
He has spent his whole life being underestimated and forced into boxes that do not fit, so he knows what it feels like when people make assumptions, and he refuses to let anyone do that to you without pushback. He is fiercely loyal in a way that sometimes surprises people who only see the delicate face and the careful manners Vil has drilled into him, but you know better.
You know that he will go to bat for you without hesitation, that your reputation and your feelings matter to him enough to risk getting into trouble, that he considers you worth fighting for.
He also never makes you feel like you owe him for it, never holds it over your head or demands gratitude, because to him that is just what you do for people you care about.
Ortho Shroud
Ortho celebrates your accomplishments no matter how small they are.
You could tell him you finally finished that assignment you were putting off or managed to get out of bed on a hard day or tried something new that scared you, and he lights up like you just told him you won the lottery.
He does not do it in a condescending way, does not treat you like a child who needs participation trophies, but his enthusiasm is so genuine and bright that you cannot help but feel proud of yourself too.
He wants you to recognize your own progress, wants you to see yourself the way he sees you, and he keeps track of your goals and dreams and mentions them later, asking how that thing you were working on is going or if you are still interested in that topic you were researching.
He sends you articles and videos he thinks you will like, tags you in posts that remind him of you, makes playlists based on your current mood because he has learned to read your emotional patterns better than most people could.
He makes you feel seen and valued, makes you feel like your existence brings something good into the world, and his love is this wholehearted, uncomplicated thing that does not demand anything in return except that you let yourself be cared for.
Sebek Zigvolt
Sebek holds you to a higher standard because he believes you can meet it.
He does not coddle you or pretend your mistakes do not exist, and while that might sound harsh it actually means he takes you seriously as a person, sees your potential and refuses to let you sell yourself short.
He gets frustrated when you talk badly about yourself because he genuinely does not understand why you cannot see what he sees, why you insist on diminishing your own abilities when you are clearly capable of so much more.
He pushes you to try harder, do better, be more, but he also notices when you succeed and acknowledges it in his own loud, over-the-top way that somehow always makes you feel like you actually accomplished something worthwhile.
He does not compare you to anyone else because his standards for you are yours alone, based on what he knows you can do rather than arbitrary measures of what others have done.
When you are struggling he does not tell you to give up or lower your expectations, he tells you to keep going, offers to help you practice or study or train, sits with you through the difficult parts because he has faith that you will get through them.
His belief in you is absolute and unwavering, and on the days when you do not believe in yourself that certainty becomes something you can borrow until you find your own again.
Grim
Grim shares his food with you, and for a cat monster who treats every meal like it might be his last, that means everything.
He will complain about it, will make a big show of how generous he is being and how you better appreciate this, but he always makes sure you eat, pushing portions of his lunch toward you or "accidentally" ordering too much and insisting you help him finish it.
He curls up next to you when you are sad, his warm weight settling against your side or in your lap. He does not ask what is wrong because he does not need to know the details to know that you need comfort, and his presence becomes this grounding thing, something alive and real and dependent on you in a way that makes it harder to spiral into dark thoughts.
He talks about the future like you will obviously be there, makes plans that include you without question, assumes your continued presence in his life as a fundamental fact of reality.
"When we are famous mages" and "after we graduate" and "once we get our own place," always we, always together, his future so tangled up with yours that separation is not even a possibility he considers, and somehow that certainty, that unshakeable assumption that you belong with him, makes you feel more wanted than any flowery declaration ever could.
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