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★ ongoing series: nothing is ever really lost, itoshi rin x ghost! reader
⸺ ⟢ contents. itoshi rin x fem reader. aged up characters ( 20+ ). you give rin a handjob while in first class on a flight. exhibitionism. i have no idea what the freak came over me.
⸺ ⟢ wc. 2.6k words.
Rin was a man of quiet luxury.
He wasn’t the type to outwardly flaunt the paycheck that came along with a professional football career by traditional means, he never bothered much with flashy designer suits or lavish parties like others he knew.
But Rin wasn’t above splurging on the things that he felt mattered; fancy hotel suites on vacations, high-class restaurants for date nights, and more often than not, first class seats whenever you both had a long haul flight ahead. It was his own way of giving back or even going as far as to spoil you, by most standards Rin was a pretty shitty traditional gift giver, so he hoped that being able to provide you with a lifestyle like this would be just as valuable.
And indeed it was, especially when it came to visiting his home.
The flight back to Japan usually verged over the ten hour mark from most places, and considering you and Rin have just spent the best part of off-season in some fancy beach resort abroad, you know the journey back is going to feel much longer than normal. Which is why you’re feeling incredibly thankful right now as you slink back into the reclining seat of your private, first-class cubicle with Rin.
For the most part, the plane around you both remains quiet. One of the many perks of flying by the blessing of Rin’s bank account, so it’s easy for you to get yourself comfy next to him. The flight attendant had passed by earlier, letting you know that your next meal is due to be served in the next hour but since then you’ve just been busying yourself by working your way through the catalogue of movies on the little screen imbedded in front of you.
It’s always swift, the way that Enjin takes a cigarette out of his pack. It’s like the movement has been memorised, no matter the brand or the weather. He takes it out in the exact same way, same efficiency— hands you it flipped upside down in the same way too.
“Make a wish.” Enjin hums wearing that same smirk, “A good one. don’t tell me.”
You glance at him then to the cigarette carefully flipped between two of his tattooed fingers and then back up at him.
But you think on it, and you watch the way Enjin’s lips stretch into a lazier, handsome sort of smile as he watches you. You’re silent for a moment, then two, and then you lean down to press a quick peck against the base of the cigarette with a nod.
“Done.”
Enjin hums at that, seemingly pleased and then places the same base between his lips with a mumbled “Nice.”
He hands you the lighter after that, like it’s the next part of his careful routine and when you roll your thumb over the engravings on the side of the metal you meet his eyes again.
“Why’d you do that?” You ask, then spark him a light. His body leans down into it and he takes a long drag as the cigarette catches.
“What?”
“That.”
He’s back to full height by the next one, eyeing you. You might even assume he’s ignoring you but when he breathes his next lungful of smoke in the other direction and tilts his head as if to pretend he’s in contemplative thought you know he heard you.
“Makes it taste better.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep.” Enjin’s grinning again, like he’s laughing at an inside joke you’re not in on. “What? You expect something more exciting?”
“That’s really the reason?” You can’t help but ask again, and this time it’s answered by the weight of Enjin’s palm laying flat against your head. It’s warm and huge and certain, rustling affectionately at your hair and you’ve got half a mind to bat him off of there but for some reason, unbeknownst to you, you don’t.
Because there’s a glint of something behind his features, a warmth. Barely recognisable but for you it’s unmistakable and always felt. Enjin looks at you as if he’s taken back by something for a moment when you blink up at him, but then his expression is back to his usual one and he takes another drag.
A little lazy, aloof. He shrugs then exhales away from you, “Eh, something like that.”
It’s always swift, the way that Enjin takes a cigarette out of his pack. It’s like the movement has been memorised, no matter the brand or the weather. He takes it out in the exact same way, same efficiency— hands you it flipped upside down in the same way too.
“Make a wish.” Enjin hums wearing that same smirk, “A good one. don’t tell me.”
You glance at him then to the cigarette carefully flipped between two of his tattooed fingers and then back up at him.
But you think on it, and you watch the way Enjin’s lips stretch into a lazier, handsome sort of smile as he watches you. You’re silent for a moment, then two, and then you lean down to press a quick peck against the base of the cigarette with a nod.
“Done.”
Enjin hums at that, seemingly pleased and then places the same base between his lips with a mumbled “Nice.”
He hands you the lighter after that, like it’s the next part of his careful routine and when you roll your thumb over the engravings on the side of the metal you meet his eyes again.
“Why’d you do that?” You ask, then spark him a light. His body leans down into it and he takes a long drag as the cigarette catches.
“What?”
“That.”
He’s back to full height by the next one, eyeing you. You might even assume he’s ignoring you but when he breathes his next lungful of smoke in the other direction and tilts his head as if to pretend he’s in contemplative thought you know he heard you.
“Makes it taste better.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep.” Enjin’s grinning again, like he’s laughing at an inside joke you’re not in on. “What? You expect something more exciting?”
“That’s really the reason?” You can’t help but ask again, and this time it’s answered by the weight of Enjin’s palm laying flat against your head. It’s warm and huge and certain, rustling affectionately at your hair and you’ve got half a mind to bat him off of there but for some reason, unbeknownst to you, you don’t.
Because there’s a glint of something behind his features, a warmth. Barely recognisable but for you it’s unmistakable and always felt. Enjin looks at you as if he’s taken back by something for a moment when you blink up at him, but then his expression is back to his usual one and he takes another drag.
A little lazy, aloof. He shrugs then exhales away from you, “Eh, something like that.”
It’s always swift, the way that Enjin takes a cigarette out of his pack. It’s like the movement has been memorised, no matter the brand or the weather. He takes it out in the exact same way, same efficiency— hands you it flipped upside down in the same way too.
“Make a wish.” Enjin hums wearing that same smirk, “A good one. don’t tell me.”
You glance at him then to the cigarette carefully flipped between two of his tattooed fingers and then back up at him.
But you think on it, and you watch the way Enjin’s lips stretch into a lazier, handsome sort of smile as he watches you. You’re silent for a moment, then two, and then you lean down to press a quick peck against the base of the cigarette with a nod.
“Done.”
Enjin hums at that, seemingly pleased and then places the same base between his lips with a mumbled “Nice.”
He hands you the lighter after that, like it’s the next part of his careful routine and when you roll your thumb over the engravings on the side of the metal you meet his eyes again.
“Why’d you do that?” You ask, then spark him a light. His body leans down into it and he takes a long drag as the cigarette catches.
“What?”
“That.”
He’s back to full height by the next one, eyeing you. You might even assume he’s ignoring you but when he breathes his next lungful of smoke in the other direction and tilts his head as if to pretend he’s in contemplative thought you know he heard you.
“Makes it taste better.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep.” Enjin’s grinning again, like he’s laughing at an inside joke you’re not in on. “What? You expect something more exciting?”
“That’s really the reason?” You can’t help but ask again, and this time it’s answered by the weight of Enjin’s palm laying flat against your head. It’s warm and huge and certain, rustling affectionately at your hair and you’ve got half a mind to bat him off of there but for some reason, unbeknownst to you, you don’t.
Because there’s a glint of something behind his features, a warmth. Barely recognisable but for you it’s unmistakable and always felt. Enjin looks at you as if he’s taken back by something for a moment when you blink up at him, but then his expression is back to his usual one and he takes another drag.
A little lazy, aloof. He shrugs then exhales away from you, “Eh, something like that.”
It’s always swift, the way that Enjin takes a cigarette out of his pack. It’s like the movement has been memorised, no matter the brand or the weather. He takes it out in the exact same way, same efficiency— hands you it flipped upside down in the same way too.
“Make a wish.” Enjin hums wearing that same smirk, “A good one. don’t tell me.”
You glance at him then to the cigarette carefully flipped between two of his tattooed fingers and then back up at him.
But you think on it, and you watch the way Enjin’s lips stretch into a lazier, handsome sort of smile as he watches you. You’re silent for a moment, then two, and then you lean down to press a quick peck against the base of the cigarette with a nod.
“Done.”
Enjin hums at that, seemingly pleased and then places the same base between his lips with a mumbled “Nice.”
He hands you the lighter after that, like it’s the next part of his careful routine and when you roll your thumb over the engravings on the side of the metal you meet his eyes again.
“Why’d you do that?” You ask, then spark him a light. His body leans down into it and he takes a long drag as the cigarette catches.
“What?”
“That.”
He’s back to full height by the next one, eyeing you. You might even assume he’s ignoring you but when he breathes his next lungful of smoke in the other direction and tilts his head as if to pretend he’s in contemplative thought you know he heard you.
“Makes it taste better.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep.” Enjin’s grinning again, like he’s laughing at an inside joke you’re not in on. “What? You expect something more exciting?”
“That’s really the reason?” You can’t help but ask again, and this time it’s answered by the weight of Enjin’s palm laying flat against your head. It’s warm and huge and certain, rustling affectionately at your hair and you’ve got half a mind to bat him off of there but for some reason, unbeknownst to you, you don’t.
Because there’s a glint of something behind his features, a warmth. Barely recognisable but for you it’s unmistakable and always felt. Enjin looks at you as if he’s taken back by something for a moment when you blink up at him, but then his expression is back to his usual one and he takes another drag.
A little lazy, aloof. He shrugs then exhales away from you, “Eh, something like that.”
It’s always swift, the way that Enjin takes a cigarette out of his pack. It’s like the movement has been memorised, no matter the brand or the weather. He takes it out in the exact same way, same efficiency— hands you it flipped upside down in the same way too.
“Make a wish.” Enjin hums wearing that same smirk, “A good one. don’t tell me.”
You glance at him then to the cigarette carefully flipped between two of his tattooed fingers and then back up at him.
But you think on it, and you watch the way Enjin’s lips stretch into a lazier, handsome sort of smile as he watches you. You’re silent for a moment, then two, and then you lean down to press a quick peck against the base of the cigarette with a nod.
“Done.”
Enjin hums at that, seemingly pleased and then places the same base between his lips with a mumbled “Nice.”
He hands you the lighter after that, like it’s the next part of his careful routine and when you roll your thumb over the engravings on the side of the metal you meet his eyes again.
“Why’d you do that?” You ask, then spark him a light. His body leans down into it and he takes a long drag as the cigarette catches.
“What?”
“That.”
He’s back to full height by the next one, eyeing you. You might even assume he’s ignoring you but when he breathes his next lungful of smoke in the other direction and tilts his head as if to pretend he’s in contemplative thought you know he heard you.
“Makes it taste better.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep.” Enjin’s grinning again, like he’s laughing at an inside joke you’re not in on. “What? You expect something more exciting?”
“That’s really the reason?” You can’t help but ask again, and this time it’s answered by the weight of Enjin’s palm laying flat against your head. It’s warm and huge and certain, rustling affectionately at your hair and you’ve got half a mind to bat him off of there but for some reason, unbeknownst to you, you don’t.
Because there’s a glint of something behind his features, a warmth. Barely recognisable but for you it’s unmistakable and always felt. Enjin looks at you as if he’s taken back by something for a moment when you blink up at him, but then his expression is back to his usual one and he takes another drag.
A little lazy, aloof. He shrugs then exhales away from you, “Eh, something like that.”
⸺ ⟢ contents. zanka x gn reader. sfw - fluff. just a silly little scenario where you fall asleep on zanka’s shoulder. he’s an overthinker and a cutie.
Zanka feels afraid to breathe right now, never-mind move.
He’s stuffy beneath his uniform, hauled up in the back seat of the truck while Enjin drives you all home from a mission, and Zanka thought it was kinda adorable that you found yourself comfortable enough to nod off despite the drivers…. erratic technique.
Not that he minded it too much. Whatever made you feel comfy or whatever, that’s why he always wound up sitting next to you in the back seat anyway. And that was how it’s always been. Until now, after Enjin took a particularly sharp turn around a bend that knocked you off kilter and forced your still-sleeping form to lean onto Zanka’s shoulder.
He’s pretending it’s fine. It is fine, totally fine. Absolutely fine, ain’t no problem with it at all.
It’s not like he’s going to die from you sleeping on his shoulder or anything. Definitely not. Doesn’t matter how pretty you look while you’re doing it.
Zanka turns around to give your face a quick glance, just to make sure that you’re not twisted up weird, and then he feels a stutter in his chest when he takes in the way your cheek is smooshed up against him instead. You’re real close, really really close. Your chest is pressed up against his side and he can feel the way it expands with your soft breaths, your lashes fluttering absentmindedly like you’re dreaming— body flush and warm against his.
It makes him fidget in his seat, careful enough not to wake you, but he digs his fingers into his arms from where he’s got them crossed over his chest. He’s too scared to move, that’s why he’s not looked away yet— that’s the only reason, definitely.
He’s not gonna die. Definitely, definitely not gonna die. Even if somehow he feels like it.
⸺ ⟢ contents. zanka x gn reader. sfw - fluff. just a silly little scenario where you fall asleep on zanka’s shoulder. he’s an overthinker and a cutie.
Zanka feels afraid to breathe right now, never-mind move.
He’s stuffy beneath his uniform, hauled up in the back seat of the truck while Enjin drives you all home from a mission, and Zanka thought it was kinda adorable that you found yourself comfortable enough to nod off despite the drivers…. erratic technique.
Not that he minded it too much. Whatever made you feel comfy or whatever, that’s why he always wound up sitting next to you in the back seat anyway. And that was how it’s always been. Until now, after Enjin took a particularly sharp turn around a bend that knocked you off kilter and forced your still-sleeping form to lean onto Zanka’s shoulder.
He’s pretending it’s fine. It is fine, totally fine. Absolutely fine, ain’t no problem with it at all.
It’s not like he’s going to die from you sleeping on his shoulder or anything. Definitely not. Doesn’t matter how pretty you look while you’re doing it.
Zanka turns around to give your face a quick glance, just to make sure that you’re not twisted up weird, and then he feels a stutter in his chest when he takes in the way your cheek is smooshed up against him instead. You’re real close, really really close. Your chest is pressed up against his side and he can feel the way it expands with your soft breaths, your lashes fluttering absentmindedly like you’re dreaming— body flush and warm against his.
It makes him fidget in his seat, careful enough not to wake you, but he digs his fingers into his arms from where he’s got them crossed over his chest. He’s too scared to move, that’s why he’s not looked away yet— that’s the only reason, definitely.
He’s not gonna die. Definitely, definitely not gonna die. Even if somehow he feels like it.
⸺ ⟢ contents. zanka x gn reader. sfw - fluff. just a silly little scenario where you fall asleep on zanka’s shoulder. he’s an overthinker and a cutie.
Zanka feels afraid to breathe right now, never-mind move.
He’s stuffy beneath his uniform, hauled up in the back seat of the truck while Enjin drives you all home from a mission, and Zanka thought it was kinda adorable that you found yourself comfortable enough to nod off despite the drivers…. erratic technique.
Not that he minded it too much. Whatever made you feel comfy or whatever, that’s why he always wound up sitting next to you in the back seat anyway. And that was how it’s always been. Until now, after Enjin took a particularly sharp turn around a bend that knocked you off kilter and forced your still-sleeping form to lean onto Zanka’s shoulder.
He’s pretending it’s fine. It is fine, totally fine. Absolutely fine, ain’t no problem with it at all.
It’s not like he’s going to die from you sleeping on his shoulder or anything. Definitely not. Doesn’t matter how pretty you look while you’re doing it.
Zanka turns around to give your face a quick glance, just to make sure that you’re not twisted up weird, and then he feels a stutter in his chest when he takes in the way your cheek is smooshed up against him instead. You’re real close, really really close. Your chest is pressed up against his side and he can feel the way it expands with your soft breaths, your lashes fluttering absentmindedly like you’re dreaming— body flush and warm against his.
It makes him fidget in his seat, careful enough not to wake you, but he digs his fingers into his arms from where he’s got them crossed over his chest. He’s too scared to move, that’s why he’s not looked away yet— that’s the only reason, definitely.
He’s not gonna die. Definitely, definitely not gonna die. Even if somehow he feels like it.
⸺ ⟢ contents. zanka x gn reader. sfw - fluff. just a silly little scenario where you fall asleep on zanka’s shoulder. he’s an overthinker and a cutie.
Zanka feels afraid to breathe right now, never-mind move.
He’s stuffy beneath his uniform, hauled up in the back seat of the truck while Enjin drives you all home from a mission, and Zanka thought it was kinda adorable that you found yourself comfortable enough to nod off despite the drivers…. erratic technique.
Not that he minded it too much. Whatever made you feel comfy or whatever, that’s why he always wound up sitting next to you in the back seat anyway. And that was how it’s always been. Until now, after Enjin took a particularly sharp turn around a bend that knocked you off kilter and forced your still-sleeping form to lean onto Zanka’s shoulder.
He’s pretending it’s fine. It is fine, totally fine. Absolutely fine, ain’t no problem with it at all.
It’s not like he’s going to die from you sleeping on his shoulder or anything. Definitely not. Doesn’t matter how pretty you look while you’re doing it.
Zanka turns around to give your face a quick glance, just to make sure that you’re not twisted up weird, and then he feels a stutter in his chest when he takes in the way your cheek is smooshed up against him instead. You’re real close, really really close. Your chest is pressed up against his side and he can feel the way it expands with your soft breaths, your lashes fluttering absentmindedly like you’re dreaming— body flush and warm against his.
It makes him fidget in his seat, careful enough not to wake you, but he digs his fingers into his arms from where he’s got them crossed over his chest. He’s too scared to move, that’s why he’s not looked away yet— that’s the only reason, definitely.
He’s not gonna die. Definitely, definitely not gonna die. Even if somehow he feels like it.
⸺ ⟢ contents. zanka x gn reader. sfw - fluff. just a silly little scenario where you fall asleep on zanka’s shoulder. he’s an overthinker and a cutie.
Zanka feels afraid to breathe right now, never-mind move.
He’s stuffy beneath his uniform, hauled up in the back seat of the truck while Enjin drives you all home from a mission, and Zanka thought it was kinda adorable that you found yourself comfortable enough to nod off despite the drivers…. erratic technique.
Not that he minded it too much. Whatever made you feel comfy or whatever, that’s why he always wound up sitting next to you in the back seat anyway. And that was how it’s always been. Until now, after Enjin took a particularly sharp turn around a bend that knocked you off kilter and forced your still-sleeping form to lean onto Zanka’s shoulder.
He’s pretending it’s fine. It is fine, totally fine. Absolutely fine, ain’t no problem with it at all.
It’s not like he’s going to die from you sleeping on his shoulder or anything. Definitely not. Doesn’t matter how pretty you look while you’re doing it.
Zanka turns around to give your face a quick glance, just to make sure that you’re not twisted up weird, and then he feels a stutter in his chest when he takes in the way your cheek is smooshed up against him instead. You’re real close, really really close. Your chest is pressed up against his side and he can feel the way it expands with your soft breaths, your lashes fluttering absentmindedly like you’re dreaming— body flush and warm against his.
It makes him fidget in his seat, careful enough not to wake you, but he digs his fingers into his arms from where he’s got them crossed over his chest. He’s too scared to move, that’s why he’s not looked away yet— that’s the only reason, definitely.
He’s not gonna die. Definitely, definitely not gonna die. Even if somehow he feels like it.
⸺ ⟢ contents. zanka x gn reader. sfw - fluff. just a silly little scenario where you fall asleep on zanka’s shoulder. he’s an overthinker and a cutie.
Zanka feels afraid to breathe right now, never-mind move.
He’s stuffy beneath his uniform, hauled up in the back seat of the truck while Enjin drives you all home from a mission, and Zanka thought it was kinda adorable that you found yourself comfortable enough to nod off despite the drivers…. erratic technique.
Not that he minded it too much. Whatever made you feel comfy or whatever, that’s why he always wound up sitting next to you in the back seat anyway. And that was how it’s always been. Until now, after Enjin took a particularly sharp turn around a bend that knocked you off kilter and forced your still-sleeping form to lean onto Zanka’s shoulder.
He’s pretending it’s fine. It is fine, totally fine. Absolutely fine, ain’t no problem with it at all.
It’s not like he’s going to die from you sleeping on his shoulder or anything. Definitely not. Doesn’t matter how pretty you look while you’re doing it.
Zanka turns around to give your face a quick glance, just to make sure that you’re not twisted up weird, and then he feels a stutter in his chest when he takes in the way your cheek is smooshed up against him instead. You’re real close, really really close. Your chest is pressed up against his side and he can feel the way it expands with your soft breaths, your lashes fluttering absentmindedly like you’re dreaming— body flush and warm against his.
It makes him fidget in his seat, careful enough not to wake you, but he digs his fingers into his arms from where he’s got them crossed over his chest. He’s too scared to move, that’s why he’s not looked away yet— that’s the only reason, definitely.
He’s not gonna die. Definitely, definitely not gonna die. Even if somehow he feels like it.
itoshi rin calling you a dipshit /aff
⸺ ⟢ contents. zanka nijiku x fem reader. aged up characters ( 20+ ). footjobs, zanka cums in his pants. reader teases him. minors do not interact.
⸺ ⟢ wc. 1.8k words.
“You’re here early.”
Zanka looks up from where he’s nestled into the cushions of the couch when he hears your voice, your head poking in between the double doors of the meeting room to see him already there. You’d both spent the morning sparring together before you’d decided to go back to your room to get ready, Corvus having insisted a full cleaners HQ meeting was in order to go over the upcoming missions.
Zanka had went ahead, telling you he’d meet you here once you were both done cleaning up. But even then, you’re still surprised to see him so early.
“Yeah well, figured I’d get ya a good spot. These things can drag on for a bit, y’know.” Zanka eventually responds, playing it off with a shrug but he watches you closely when you finally push yourself into the room and softly close the door behind you.
“How sweet. Wanted to make sure we got a seat together then?”
“So what if I did. Ya don’t gotta tease me about it.”
“You’re just cute is all.” Your voice lilts giddily as you take in the sudden flush to the tips of Zanka’s ears. It’s a small little victory, but you do still find his insistence on getting you both a good seat side-by-side to be quite adorable.
But you decide to let your teasing rest there, for now anyway. Instead finally making your way across the room with light little steps, that only stop when you come to stand at the edge of the old, worn-down couch.
Zanka glances at the spot to his side before giving you another look, huffing when you don’t slide into the space like he expects.
“Somethin’ the matter? If ya want this space instead just gotta say so and I’ll move for ya. Ain’t a big deal to me.” He hums, like it’s really not a big deal but you still find it cute how willing he is to give up his seat for you.
“Nope, this is perfect.” You say after a beat, quickly slipping off your shoes before dropping yourself down in the vacant spot. And Zanka has to reach out to steady you considering how clumsily you land onto the cushions, making sure you don’t bounce right back onto the floor with your eagerness.
⸺ ⟢ contents. zanka nijiku x fem reader. aged up characters ( 20+ ). footjobs, zanka cums in his pants. reader teases him. minors do not interact.
⸺ ⟢ wc. 1.8k words.
“You’re here early.”
Zanka looks up from where he’s nestled into the cushions of the couch when he hears your voice, your head poking in between the double doors of the meeting room to see him already there. You’d both spent the morning sparring together before you’d decided to go back to your room to get ready, Corvus having insisted a full cleaners HQ meeting was in order to go over the upcoming missions.
Zanka had went ahead, telling you he’d meet you here once you were both done cleaning up. But even then, you’re still surprised to see him so early.
“Yeah well, figured I’d get ya a good spot. These things can drag on for a bit, y’know.” Zanka eventually responds, playing it off with a shrug but he watches you closely when you finally push yourself into the room and softly close the door behind you.
“How sweet. Wanted to make sure we got a seat together then?”
“So what if I did. Ya don’t gotta tease me about it.”
“You’re just cute is all.” Your voice lilts giddily as you take in the sudden flush to the tips of Zanka’s ears. It’s a small little victory, but you do still find his insistence on getting you both a good seat side-by-side to be quite adorable.
But you decide to let your teasing rest there, for now anyway. Instead finally making your way across the room with light little steps, that only stop when you come to stand at the edge of the old, worn-down couch.
Zanka glances at the spot to his side before giving you another look, huffing when you don’t slide into the space like he expects.
“Somethin’ the matter? If ya want this space instead just gotta say so and I’ll move for ya. Ain’t a big deal to me.” He hums, like it’s really not a big deal but you still find it cute how willing he is to give up his seat for you.
“Nope, this is perfect.” You say after a beat, quickly slipping off your shoes before dropping yourself down in the vacant spot. And Zanka has to reach out to steady you considering how clumsily you land onto the cushions, making sure you don’t bounce right back onto the floor with your eagerness.
⸺ ⟢ contents. zanka nijiku x fem reader. aged up characters ( 20+ ). footjobs, zanka cums in his pants. reader teases him. minors do not interact.
⸺ ⟢ wc. 1.8k words.
“You’re here early.”
Zanka looks up from where he’s nestled into the cushions of the couch when he hears your voice, your head poking in between the double doors of the meeting room to see him already there. You’d both spent the morning sparring together before you’d decided to go back to your room to get ready, Corvus having insisted a full cleaners HQ meeting was in order to go over the upcoming missions.
Zanka had went ahead, telling you he’d meet you here once you were both done cleaning up. But even then, you’re still surprised to see him so early.
“Yeah well, figured I’d get ya a good spot. These things can drag on for a bit, y’know.” Zanka eventually responds, playing it off with a shrug but he watches you closely when you finally push yourself into the room and softly close the door behind you.
“How sweet. Wanted to make sure we got a seat together then?”
“So what if I did. Ya don’t gotta tease me about it.”
“You’re just cute is all.” Your voice lilts giddily as you take in the sudden flush to the tips of Zanka’s ears. It’s a small little victory, but you do still find his insistence on getting you both a good seat side-by-side to be quite adorable.
But you decide to let your teasing rest there, for now anyway. Instead finally making your way across the room with light little steps, that only stop when you come to stand at the edge of the old, worn-down couch.
Zanka glances at the spot to his side before giving you another look, huffing when you don’t slide into the space like he expects.
“Somethin’ the matter? If ya want this space instead just gotta say so and I’ll move for ya. Ain’t a big deal to me.” He hums, like it’s really not a big deal but you still find it cute how willing he is to give up his seat for you.
“Nope, this is perfect.” You say after a beat, quickly slipping off your shoes before dropping yourself down in the vacant spot. And Zanka has to reach out to steady you considering how clumsily you land onto the cushions, making sure you don’t bounce right back onto the floor with your eagerness.