Hi everyone! I'm riechiexx, an angst writer in the gachiakuta fandom! I mainly write for Zanka, but now, I've decided on trying to expand my writing to other gachiakuta characters as well!
With that being said, requests are now open for the following characters:
• Zanka Nijiku
• Enjin
• Rudo Surebrec
• Follo Tunito
• August Stilza
• Jabber Wonger
• Zodyl Typhon
• Tamsy Caines
• Gris Rubion
The characters are still limited and I'm sorry! As this was the only characters whose characters I'm currently interested in studying. Expect that they would be slightly out of character or just really out of character, as all my writings are fiction and mostly has NO correlation to Gachiakuta's plot.
I do not have any rules for people's requests. As long as it won't be weird or too sexual. I mostly write angst so I'd prefer angst reqs or hurt/comfort. But I'd still do fluff if that's what my readers want! I also really love detailed/specific requests, so don't be shy and give me details or a whole LIST of how you want the fic to be. It absolutely makes writing easier!
Please note that author's first language is not English so grammatical errors or spelling mistakes might happen, that I will try my best to fix. You can totally correct me in the comments especially if I mentioned something unfactual. Interactions, Requests, Suggestions are deeply appreciated:D
Hello :))) not sure if ur taking requests rn but if u want a fluff request I have one for follo!
Maybe follo with a super sensitive neck and a reader who loves kissing him there? Or his hair or something like that? Idk if this is enough info but if it is thank you!!!!
If ur not taking requests ignore this, have a great day :)))
Heyyyaaaa !! Js going to reply to this rn so u wouldn't think I'm ignoring ya HSNZHSBSU yes, I'm still taking reqs, though I'm currently not writing, I can try and write some fluffy shortfic. Have a great day too, scuzzball !!
Follo loves it when you kiss him, he loves it when you pour all that affection only to him.
When your lips would press softly against his, or when you press your pretty lips on part where he needs them best. His nerves always ease.
Follo loves it, and needs it.
Especially after exhausting missions, all this boy wants is to melt in your embrace, be babied and be kissed all over, by you, specifically. His lovely partner.
Tonight was no exception, after a rough mission, Follo's body felt sore—His back, his sides and even his shoulders.
There's nothing more he craves now but to kiss you, hug you, and love you.
He'd always come to your room, or sometimes he'd find you in his. Already waiting on his bed with a grin.
You would always kiss the parts that ache the most before massaging them, and Follo would always sigh under your soothing touch.
But the massages always end up in heated make outs—where you'd be straddling his lap, both of your tongues colliding with each other in each lap.
He kisses like a hungry man, starved for days, and instead of food, he wants to devour your lips instead.
You'd always reciprocate his kiss just as eager, and one tap from him means he wants you to love his mouth ‘deeper’.
And when you pull away from the kiss, it's only to kiss and nibble to the most sensitive part of his.
Follo's neck was actually pretty sensitive.
Just a peck alone could make this boy whine and ask for more.
He'd always fight a hiss from coming out of his lips when your teeth digs in the curve of his neck, and it always stings.
But does he mind? No. He'd even tell you to keep doing what you're doing in a breathy, shaky voice.
Not out of sadness, but sheer pleasure.
Follo wouldn't mind a few hickeys on his neck, if it came from you.
Follo wouldn't mind a new sore spot, if it came from you.
Follo doesn't mind when it's you.
Especially when you kiss him so deep like that.
I'M SORRY THAT I HAVE TO USE A SONG FROM MY LANGUAGE GUYS. I've been thinking abt this song a lot now that it has been trending. And honestly? It fits the request.
GUYS I SWEAR I WASN'T IGNORING YOUR REQUESTS I'LL MAKE ALL OF THEM PROMISE BUTTTT I'll prioritize fluff fics for now, I can't write abt depression or suicide rn i might do what I'm writing I can't trust myself BUT I'LL DO THEM I SWEAR
౨ৎTags: Modern au, Zanka x Fem! Reader, Fluff, Gachiakuta Filo au, College au, Using Taglish, Slight chatfic, Childhood friends to lovers trope, Englishero Zanka! Learning how to speak Tagalog, ‼️NOT PROOFREAD‼️
౨ৎWord Count: 1.4k words
A/n: if u r not a Filipino and cant read, i suggest that pls dont come to the comments and ask for translations. Thank you💜
You and Zanka were friends ever since, close friends specifically. Elementary, highschool and up until to college; but you both took different universities and courses.
Which is fine since you are still friends and in contact with him. The thing is, you have a slight crush on him. Zanka is one of those popular smart kids and THE campus crush which got you a little jealous.
But thankfully, the both of you were shipped together with your whole life, from your parents, your peers, his peers, teachers, and hell even everyone; what about Zanka tho, does he feel the same? And sure he knows about the shipping, he seems pretty chill with it.
Pero gi deny lang ninyong dalawa na mag kakasama kayo. Which hurts but oh well.
Saturday, ngayon na ang araw kung asan kayo mag gala ni Zanka. He walked up behind you and flicked the back at your head making you flinch.
"Aray! What the hell?!" You exclaimed
"Yow chill, it's just me" He explained, ruffling your head. "I got a surprise for you waiting."
"Wehhh 'di nga?" You teased slightly, poking him to the side. But you were curious what could be the surprise about?
He sighed, "Just c'mere," he demanded whilst dragging your wrist near to him. Where is he taking you? Why is it a surprise? Plus, ano ang gina plot niya? Your mind is now flooded with questions that needed to be answered.
Naka-abot na kayo sa isang Ocean Park, you were stunned, shocked even. Really an Ocean Park? Dito mag gala? Oh gosh how rich is he. Zanka lets go of your wrist.
"Sorry, hindi ko sinadya na hilahin kita dito." Zanka apologized checking in if you were hurt, except you are not.
"Ok lang yan ah, 'tas ba't tayo n'andito?" Nag tanong ka, placing a soft gaze.
"Oh uhh," Zanka rubbed his nape habang humanap ng magandang sagot.
"We're here."
"HUY SURE BA??" Sumigaw ikaw in shock, hindi mo talga in-expect na sa Ocean Park kayo mag gagala.
"Yeah, let's go." Zanka let out a chuckle, knowing that taking you here will be a shock.
As the two of you stepped in, you were in awe. Giant tanks with different kinds of marine animals, which you really love.
Napatingin ikaw kay Zanka na naka ngiti sa'yo. Lumingon siya bigla pag nakita niya ikaw naka tingin sa kanya, blush already forming in his face. Pinipigilan mo mag tawa, you walked up right next to him, slipping your arm around his. Kinakumbinsi siyang explore the whole park together.
Sumabay kayong pumunta sa isang jellyfish exhibit. Flashy colors in each tank and jellyfish gliding through the water everywhere.
You went to check a swarm of Moon jellyfish first, till you heard a camera clicked.
"You looked like a kid here," Zanka showed his screen to you, grinning, already reaching his phone in the air high enough for you not to reach it. You felt the embarrassment racing to you, you rushed to him begging and tugging his clothes to delete it.
"ZANKA NAMAN. DELETE MO NA YAN PEASE!" You pleaded; tip-toeing just to reached his hand.
"How about no?" Now smirking with his usual sassy personality, ugh nakakainis.
You got closer and closer to him, your hand already almost reaching your phone. You got too close that Zanka's heart started pounding wishing that you won't hear since it was so loud.
Zanka decided to switch moves fast, which made you annoyed at him. After a few minutes of bickering and fighting over a stupid picture, you finally caught his phone from his hand and deleted the picture.
You sighed from relief, giving his phone back to him. Now thinking about that picture, you wanted him to take more pictures of you.
"Can you atleast just... Take pictures of me while we're here. I'll take some of yours, for memories!" You stated; Zanka nodded in agreement.
You both explored once more, taking pictures of each other and the sea creatures, the normal stuff.
After walking for a while, you both went to where the food is at. Zanka suggested to eat at this cafe where you can see fish swimming around, you agreed happily making him smile.
Unfortunately he already reserved a seat for the both of you, leaving you unsurprised. As you both sat down, you glanced at the tank next to you, beautiful beta fishes swimming around. Zanka secretly pulled out his phone to take pictures of you once more.
Nakuha mo agad na nag picture si Zanka sa iyo ulit. Ano ba problema niya? Pinabayaan mo nalang siyang mag picture sa iyo. As your food arrived, you started asking him.
"Bakit mo pinili ang aquarium para lang din gumala?" You asked
"Because I wanted to tell you something, pero later. After we eat." He replied, scooping a piece of his pastry into his mouth.
"Pwede mo naman din sabihin saakin right now. You are acting weird, plus you really are spending a lot of money"
"Don't worry. I have already talked to my parents about this," He then got a piece of cake from you.
"And continue eating." Zanka then pointed his spoon directly to your mouth, which you then take cause who doesn't like a good cake. And the cake was delicious.
You both continued to chat while eating. After eating you both went out to explore the last place the both of you didn't explored yet.
Zanka started the beautiful scenery, sharks, fishes, and manta rays gliding gracefully in the water. You went to his side; enjoying the scenery too.
As both of you were in awe, Zanka took a deep breath.
"You know, I've been liking you since 10th grade." He stated. You looked at him, with straight up confusion. Ano. Ano pinagsasabihan nito? Confession? But you stayed quiet because you wanted to listen more of him.
"I know you are shocked right now because we are friends, pero ayaw ko na tayong maging friends anymore. I wanted something more to us both. Something more than friends." Zanka now clenched his fists.
You were left speechless, oh my gosh he actually confessed.
"And to answer your questions earlier, I chose this place because I wanted to confess my feelings for you here. Now happy?" He then looks at you.
You, who looked at him ever since he started talking, smiling widely. Feeling quite emotional now knowing that he likes you back.
"Yes, I am." Moving closer to him. You instantly went up to hug him.
"H-hey why are you hugging me right now.." Zanka's face flushed and praying that you won't notice his rapid heartbeat once again after a confession.
"Oh I'm sorry," you let out a soft giggle.
"I'm glad you felt the same way." You now smiled at him, accepting his feelings.
Zanka reached out to hold your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours.
"Shall we?" Hinting that they should roam around once more while holding hands. You nodded happily.
You and Zanka, roamed happily together throughout the whole aquarium holding hands, still unsure on what are your labels are, but that wasn't the main focus here. The main focus was being together.
After roaming around and reaching to the exit. He asked if he could take you home, and you agreed to his request.
Now you were thinking, is this a date in disguise? You wanted to ask Zanka now but he was too busy talking a lot of things to you, so you saved the question for later.
After reaching home, you waved a goodbye to him before leaving.
You now then plopped to your bed.
So basically, Zanka wanted to confess to you since FOREVER. He didn't get the chance to noong moving-up ceremony, so he just took the chance at the aquarium earlier.
His plan was supported with Enjin, Riyo, and Rudo. It was also a disguised date, so everything that happened earlier was... A date?
And alam mo naman din na mga stalker yan sila sa mga ganyan. You let out a sigh and go with the flow since wala naman din ikaw magawa, pero sweet naman din.
Timing din kung asan nag send si Enjin ng picture ni Zanka at Ikaw during the confession sa kay Zanka.
But you can't lie that the photo was taken well.
It's now official that you and Zanka are in a relationship that'll be a "secret".
A/n: UY PILIPINS🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭!! Anyways Happy Pride y'all! I've been really into Filo aus and omg. I need to write abt smth, and well, here we are now. Apologies in advance for my bad writing huehsusheje but I'll improve it soon! Also my inbox is open, if u wanna request go ahead‼️
You love playing with Tamsy's hair when he wears it down; if you ask nicely, he even lets you style it! He lets you braid it, put it in two pretty buns, whatever you want! And he smiles so sweetly when you laugh at how funny he looks with two uneven pigtails. Just be careful not to pull too hard on those beautiful blonde and blue strands.
—His nose!👏👏
We LOVE Tamsy's nose. And we love riding it too! —WHO SAID THAT?!
You love the slope of his nose; you find it so cute and soft. His whole face and features are soft. There's no doubt about it. It simply makes him more attractive than he already is. He knows you love it and you go crazy when he nuzzles his nose against your neck.
—His smile!👏👏
We love Tamsy's smile! How his eyes squint with that grin of his he always wears, but we really can't tell if it's sweetness or sadism that's plastered on those kissable lips. And don't get me started on that piercing. You love kissing it every chance you get and he loves it too.
—His scar!👏👏
We love how his scar contrasts with his softness! He lets you trace his scars with your fingertips when you're cuddling in bed. It's still a mystery to you how he got them though. And just when you're about to ask, he changes the subject before you can even bring it up. Weird... Who cares!
We love Tamsy!
—His personality!👏👏
Which one do you like more? The soft and gentle? Or the twisted and sadistic? You choose! Actually, you don't. He decides when and how to play with you, giving you a little bit of both now and then. He loves to drive you crazy, confuse you, keep you waiting, or give you everything you want the moment you ask for it. But you never know what to expect.
He's unpredictable!
—His dick-! 👏👏(ok I'm jokinggg I'm not)
Do I need to elaborate...?
If you watched jjk I want you to remember that scene where Gojo is trying to be funny with Nanami and he says:
"let's name all the things we like about satoru gojo... My turn 👏👏 Everything!"
Yes that was going through my head when I wrote this.
I just love writing my shit even if I cringe when I read it. I love you my angels mwah ♡ (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )
title lyrics: early sunsets over monroeville by my chemical romance
pairing(s): zanka nijiku x fem coded!reader
synopsis: reader is struggling mentally, and zanka comforts her.
warnings/tags: SELF INDULGENT!!!! sorry... | reader has passive suicide ideation, suicidal thoughts, and some form of depression | zanka has his manga accent | poorly written accent | pre-established relationship | Use of y/n like once | prob ooc zanka....... sorry..... | NOT PROOF-READ!!!! SORRY!!!!! ignore grammar mistakes. |
wc: just under 1k
a/n: a little zanka drabble for your troubles.... again this is self indulgent... sorry.... i have highkirkenjinuinely been going through it recently so im just projecting onto reader. so sorry again..... zanka pls comfort me....... ill get cracking on those reqs soon I swear. my mental health is literally like killing me rn.
if you are struggling with mental health issues, please do not hesitate or be afraid to reach out. call or text 988 (or for my non-american friends, search for your country's national suicide hotline). you are not alone, and you don't need to suffer alone.
you were tired. not just physically, but emotionally. being a cleaner is extremely draining. you had experienced near-death missions almost every day since you joined. eventually it got to a point where you stopped caring if you had died on the job (or just generally). i mean, you didn't go out of your way to get hurt or die or anything, but if it happened, you wouldn't be upset. it was like, you wouldn't walk into oncoming traffic, but if a bus happened to be speeding towards you with the intention of hitting and killing you, you wouldn't try to stop it or move out of the way, you know? you didn't even have a reason to be suicidal, you just were. it sucked. the worst part of it all was that barely anyone had noticed.
you were on the rooftop of the cleaners building. you stood right by the ledge, and peered over. there was only a fence keeping you from jumping falling off. you crossed your arms, laid them in front of you on the top of the fence, and rested your head on them as you looked down. if you happened to fall from this high, you would probably die. if you somehow survived, you would be in critical condition. that small possibility of burdening eisha like that kept you from doing it. as well as the annoyance that would be someone discovering your body, then someone else having to clean it, and whatnot. it was just more effort for others than it was worth for you. (unless someone pushed you off, of course. but none of the cleaners would do that to you)
the breeze gently blew through your hair. the sun was setting. it was a really beautiful view. you propped yourself up onto your elbows against the fence. it really would be a shame if someone were to die on such a breathtaking night. you heard the rooftop door open behind you. you didn't bother to look back.
zanka poked his head through. "ah. thought ya would be up here." he walked through the door and closed it behind him. he casually walked up behind you, keeping a bit of distance between you two. "pretty view tonight," he said plainly. he crossed his arms.
"uh huh..." you half-heartedly agreed, keeping your gaze fixed to the ground below you. you didn't have the energy to look away. "haven't had a sunset like this in a few months," you tried to make small-talk.
"the sunset looks pretty too, I guess." he said, lackadaisically. you chuckled through your nose. he walked up next to you. he looked out to the sun for a moment, before looking at the orangey cast it left across your face. it made your eyes look even more beautiful than normal. he turned back towards the fence and placed a hand on your back. he had noticed little changes that started happening within you. you started to get distant from everyone, including him. you got a little more reckless during missions. you started to zone out more. you started eating and drinking a little less. "yer not gonna do it, are ya?" he whispered to you gently. he began rubbed small circles on your back to soothe you.
you felt that familiar sting in your eyes. "don't think so...." you whispered back as your eyes started to glass over. if you heightened your voice above a whisper, you would for sure start crying. "not that anyone would care even if I did. you're all better off without me anyway." you finally peeled your gaze away from the ground to turn your head in the opposite direction of zanka.
he turned to look at you again. he looked almost offended by your comment. "ya know that's not true," he said as if you had insulted him. zanka wasn't one for big speeches or grand confessions of sorts. he preferred relying on his actions, it just came easier to him. you refused to make eye contact with him.
he pulled you into a warm hug, and rested his head atop of yours. large tears burned your tear ducts. you nuzzled into his chest and started crying, hugging him back. warm tears soaked through the fabric of his shirt. he took one of his hands and continued to stroke your back. "im sorry..." you choked out between sobs.
"what are ya sorry for? don't be sorry, y/n." he said softly. unfortunately, he knows how you feel. how it feels to feel worthless. how it feels to be hopeless. how it feels to wish death would knock on your door as soon as possible and put you out of your misery. he hugged you a little tighter as those memories of him in a similar position came flooding back. he's glad you have someone to go to, and he's even more glad that he is that person. after a few minutes had passed of you weeping on him, you looked up at him. your eyes were slightly red and swollen from your bawling.
"i love you, zanka. thank you for being here with me." you say as you move your arms to wrap around his neck. you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.
"i love ya too. please don't ever leave me sooner than ya have 'ta." his voice broke as he said his plea. "i'll always be here for ya, ya know. ya don't have to go through this alone." he stopped rubbing your back and held your waist close to him. you nodded your head as you continued to cry into his neck.
after a few moments, he spoke up again. "let's go back inside and talk about it. or even just cuddle... if ya wanted." he pulled away enough to look at you. you nodded your head and wiped your tears away. he smiled softly at you, took your hand, and led you back inside to the comfort of your room.
a/n: sorry this is short 💔💔 i just wanted to get this done and written. again, if you ever need someone to talk to, do not hesitate to reach out. you are not a burden or bothering anyone, i promise. even if it doesn't seem like it, you are loved. 🩷
TW: mention of death, implied grief-induced psychosis, grief, and mental instability.
Based on this post, part one.
Tap-tap-tap.
It started on Zanka's window, when he was grieving alone, head low.
Knock-knock-knock.
The second sound came from his door, when he was curled up, weeping on the floor.
“Zanka,"
“Zanka,"
“Zanka."
The third was right beside his ear, when he almost considered tasting beer.
When it all first started, Zanka felt scared. Haunted.
Haunted by the ghost of you.
Haunted by the same ragged breath, before you met your death.
Haunted by that same fading sound, until this night, he's still bound.
The silence that enveloped Zanka's room felt eerily similar to that last call with you on the choker.
He can't sleep, he can't eat, he can't—forget.
Zanka cannot forget the confession, especially the time when he waited for your reaction.
Zanka cannot forget the time he woke up to the news, especially that time when his heart shattered.
Zanka didn't accept your death. Maybe, that's the reason you're haunting him.
But the sick-sick part of him felt his heart twist with joy.
You're back.
Then at missions, his choker always buzzed with your voice, just like the time you called—when death called.
“Zanka,”
Tap-tap-tap.
“Hello, Zanka?”
Zanka always feels so excited to come back to the cleaners headquarters after a long, exhausting mission.
A giddy smile plastered on his face as he made his way on the familiar route towards his room.
Where sunlight has no room, only darkness and gloom.
Dark curtains prevented any light from passing through, not even a single lamp turned on.
In the darkest corner of the room, there you loom.
He hates the light—he hates when the lights come on, and Zanka swore,
“If I had it my way, the fuckin’ sun would be gone.”
His lips will always stretch wider, twisting into a sadistic smile when he sees your familiar figure, his heart always drummed louder.
In Zanka's room, there you exist. When the world has labeled you as inexistent, Zanka's love remained consistent.
In Zanka's room, you remain a secret, and only he keeps it.
Zanka would spend all night awake, because that's the only time you're there with him—and when you're all cuddled up beside him, he feels no heartache.
The temperature of the room always feels colder, when you're laying beside him, pressing yourself closer.
Slowly, everyone started noticing that Zanka's acting.. odd.
But no one ever decided to reach out and ask, shrugging it off because the boy's simply grieving.
Usually, when you come to his room at night, all you ever did was stare at his eyes and Zanka would hold you tight.
He'd press his lips on your cold ones, barely there, but he could feel it right there.
When you slipped your tongue in, he'd start shaking—crying.
Zanka thought that this would've been normal if you were warm and alive.
This would've been normal if fate never decided to butt in and take you away.
Maybe, he wouldn't have to dig your grave, and pretend that this is all okay.
I am still not writing, I'm still improving my mental health. I want to be as active as I can so y'all wouldn't worry. I'm just posting drafts that I refused to post bc I genuinely think it's shit.
Some of the lines are heavily inspired by the lyrics of the song "In My Room" by insane clown posse. I love that song sm.
Synopsis: After your horrible attempt of impressing Zanka, it caused him to find you irritating—even referring it to hate. But worry not! Tamsy's about to change that.
fluff, crack??, ooc, not proofread, one-sided beef, rivals (one-sided) to friends?, unestablished relationship, Brother figure! Tamsy, gn! Cleaner! Reader, reader's pronounce are they/them, Reader is in Team Eager, Reader's vital instrument is not specified.
Word count: 1,922
Part two of @coldlywittyabomination 's request and based on @raven-amethyst 's comment!
More author's note at the end.
Amidst the dark chill of the night, the wind stilled. Like when life decided to give you a hint that your life's about to turn upside down.
Noises from inside the building slowly drowned, and what filled as replacement was the sound of your own shoes, stepping loud.
The moon's full, the air's cool, and the darkness almost looked beautiful.
Every tick that passes by, the clock's arms seem to move faster, and you can't help but wonder, why?
You stood outside of the headquarters, quietly enjoying the scenery before you, enjoying how the moonlight still passed through.
It was a great sight.
Somehow doing something to relieve the ache of your bruised heart.
Just a few days ago, you've been assigned into a mission, partnered with Zanka to replace Enjin.
The mission went smoothly, but you unexpectedly got on the wrong side of Zanka.
Because, you tried to build the bridge between you both, but what you didn't know is your act of trying to make him ‘proud’ only widened that gap.
Zanka mistook your admiration for a cold, competitive ego. The moment he snapped at you with anger—calling you a 'genius'—your heart broke.
You hated yourself ever since, cringing at yourself for being such a show off—for being performative. Thinking about it only makes you feel embarrassed again.
So you shook your head, as the cold air hit against your exposed cheeks, you raked your fingers through your hair, pushing the locs away with a sigh.
Peacefully watching tonight's moonlight and shuddering under the chill of the night.
“Maybe they were just trying to help,"
“Help? Are ya’ even listening? They weren't even lettin' me use my Jinki."
The blonde tattooed man hummed, crossing his legs, before placing his feet down to a coffee table with no manners.
“Ya’ don't get it,” Zanka huffs, his slit brows knitting together as he continues to explain.
"Ya’ know what it's like when ya’ meet someone who seems like a total badass—cool, whatever ya’ call it?”
"Uh-huh.”
"Only for them to—ugh. It's so annoying." Enjin blinks at the boy lazily, slowly, as if bored, a hand bringing a newly lit cigarette to his mouth.
“Like, they were tryin' to aura farm or whatever—it's so obvious that they were tryin’ to seem cool and impressive."
“And you snapped at them for it?"
“It just infuriates me, okay? Because I don't get it, what are they tryin' to prove, huh? That they're better? That they're cooler?”
"Calm down, kiddo. Even you can't help but show off sometimes." Enjin shot back with a light smirk on his face, it was obvious that the man wasn't taking him seriously.
"It's different. They're tryin’ so hard to be cool that they genuinely look like a fool.” He huffed in annoyance, breathing out through his nose sharply.
"I just feel so irritated when I see their face. Ya’ know love at first sight? But not that, it's like hate at first sight. I can't explain!”
"Ooooh, now you're comparing it to love? That's how my grandparents got together too.”
"Ya’ don't even know where yer grandparents are!”
Enjin snorted at the tassel-eared boy, his complaints only amusing him, the man blew a puff of smoke, before responding with another hum.
“You know… you can't really judge someone you don't know very well. Well, yeah, I guess. You totally can."
Enjin paused, switching between teasing and being wise.
“But, why not figure out what's in the interior? Like, figure out why the hell they act like that.”
The tattooed man shrugged, before blowing another smoke in the air.
The loud sound of door slamming open felt only like background noise, considering the fact that the room already vibrated with all different types of chaos.
The ashy color of the smoke curled around them, seeing the lazy grin that Enjin offered only made Zanka's scowl deepen.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure. I get what ya’ mean.." Zanka huffed, when suddenly, a hand pressed against his shoulder. Heavy.
But the presence was heavier.
The tension shifted, thick—heavy, and shockingly suffocating.
There stood behind Zanka, Tamsy. A soft smile playing on his lips, beautiful eyes squinting down at the boy with tassel earrings, head tilted to the side.
“Huh—" Zanka looked up at the cleaner, whose hands tightened further on his shoulder, enough to hurt.
“Did you know? The great-great-great grapevine told me you did something wrong.”
Enjin only looked, glancing between Tamsy and Zanka who can barely keep his stoic expression intact, before finally diving back to his cigarette.
The air quickly thickened as Tamsy's gaze weighed against Zanka like an anvil, the poor boy looked utterly speechless.
"It said, you're being rude.” Tamsy hummed, pressing even more pressure before finally letting Zanka go.
Zanka fought back a pained sound that threatened to leave his throat, wincing one last time as he watched Tamsy pull a chair to sit on it and face him.
The scarred man just has the nerve to cross his legs and put both of his hands on top of his knees, like they were just about to discuss business deals.
"Er..” Zanka’s throat went dry, and Tamsy's smile only grew even more menacingly terrifying.
“Has anyone told you about being nice to your comrades? Especially those with a sensitive heart.” Tamsy continues, leaning a little bit closer.
Enjin just watched the scene unfold, he didn't need to interfere no more, no need to try and convince Zanka about his line of thinking—Tamsy could handle it better.
Tamsy's confrontation lasted about a whole thirty minutes, despite scolding the cleaner boy, the beautiful scarred man kept his calm.
Each word wasn't just to deliver admonition, but is also to make Zanka realize what's on the other side.
Tamsy knows you. You don't have to speak for him to know that something went wrong. He had studied you, though you never realized that.
It's just him, looking out at his teammate, or that's just what he's convincing you with. You don't even know how he knew all the details. You never told him. He just knew.
Yesterday, he just came up to you saying something like “Are you okay?" Simple, yes. But the statement that followed afterwards his question revealed he knew something.
That he knew almost everything.
Tamsy makes it painfully obvious that he knew what happened too. You never decided to open up, there's no point, because after all? He knows you like the back of his hands.
So he only offered a "I'll do something about it, don't worry.” With the sweetest tone too…
Don't mistake it for anything romantic though! He's just looking out to you like a brother or teammate would do.
And if his first approach didn't work? He'll resort to plan B. Not like you'd know what it’s gonna be.
“I'd appreciate it if you would apologize.” With a last stretched grin, Tamsy finally stood up from the chair, both of his hands tugging on the navy hair as he skidded away with a satisfied smile.
How can someone look terrifying while smiling angelically? Zanka can't explain it, but somehow, Tamsy has convinced him.
Whatever it was, it worked on him.
Is that what they call a smooth-talker?
Now here's Zanka, fist hovering above your room door in the middle of the night after multiple attempts of trying to sleep.
Because suddenly, the guilt finally creeped.
And something's creeping him too..
The guilt weighed down like Tamsy's gaze and lecturing. It's implanted in his head. And if he didn't do anything now, he felt like something was about to go wrong.
After multiple encouragement for himself, exhales, and debates in his head, Zanka finally knocked.
He knocked thrice.
But you didn't answer the door, he started pacing outside. He knocked again, louder this time, each minute that passed by, his impatience grew sky high.
Zanka called out your name, the irritation he's trying to keep, slowly seeped.
He began to become restless. He almost considered kicking the door open, just because of the knot tying uncomfortably inside his stomach.
“Fuck,” he cursed, panicking over nothing. He realized that maybe you're not in your room. Why the hell not? It's 1 in the morning.
Just as Zanka turned his heel, that's when he spotted you, wearing a jacket that goes high up to your cheeks. Hiding half your face.
Relief washed over him like a warm tub of bath water after a tiring day. His shoulders sagging as a sigh escaped from his lips, mindlessly so.
You kept a neutral expression as you strided towards the hall, eyes linked to the floor and nothing more.
Zanka hurried towards you, the sound of your name echoing through the halls together with wooden sandals against floorboards catching your attention instantly.
“Oh, Zanka. Hey.." You responded bashfully, but your expression remained neutral.
Avoiding his gaze after the last encounter went horribly wrong.
"I.. well-..” Zanka stammered over his words, his cheeks tinting pink in embarrassment, and his throat just had to betray him once more by making his voice crack.
“I wanna apologize. I-it's rude. I shouldn't have said that. I shouldn't have snapped at ya’. Actually, I—”
The words almost died in his throat, and for once, the boy you admired for his discipline, quiet, and composure was now cracking before you.
You blinked at him, genuinely confused by his behavior, the boy looked like something's going to get him if he let the clock pass by even longer.
Then suddenly, he dropped onto his knees, crawling towards you, and holding onto one of your legs, staring up at you like a kicked puppy.
“I'm so sorry, please, forgive me. I'll never do that ever again to ya’, actually I really find ya’ really cool. I love how strong ya’ are, really, I'm just—bitter.. I'm sorry, please, forgive me. I'll do anything, just please."
He didn't actually use any punctuation. He spoke too fast, desperate even. Making the whole paragraph feel like a one liner sentence.
Zanka looked like he'd cry any minute, considering that this boy isn't easily fazed nor would go to the extent of kneeling, you just knew that Tamsy might've actually interfered.
"Zanka, stand up, I forgive you—”
"Ya’ do??” He blinked up at you with hope before snuggling his face onto your thigh.
"Thank ya', scuzzball.” He lightened up, before finally standing up from the floor with a relieved exhale.
"Did Tamsy—”
"Yeah. He told me. I'm sorry. The guilt feels so bad.. I can't sleep.” He admitted, looking down at the floor as he rubbed his arm with one hand.
"Wanna train together tomorrow? If-! If, if only ya’ don't have any mission to attend to, o-or like, ya’ know? If yer not busy..?”
Zanka offered, apologetically. His hands reach on the back of his neck to scratch his nape where brown hair lies.
The two of you stayed in silence for a few seconds. Before you finally agreed with a simple nod, a slight flush on your cheeks.
"See ya’ at 6 tomorrow then, in the trainin’ field.” Zanka smiled, before waving off and leaving like nothing happened, though, his pace fastened.
Probably because of mutual embarrassment.
But at least, you can paint over the humiliation you brought upon yourself last time. Get into Zanka's good side.
And maybe, form a bond. Who knows?
"Do you feel better?” said Tamsy, from across the corridor, a contented smile on his lips.
No one could mess with you on Tamsy's watch.
So the explanation as to what's happening w Zanka is just Tamsy working his wonders up on him. Regret isn't the only thing that made Zanka want to apologize, but something close to fear of what's about to come if he didn't. It's just Zanka feeling threatened. But he definitely do not realize it's Tamsy's doing. You do though.
Again, I'm just posting my rotting drafts. I cannot write anything good at all. I am currently NOT writing, but will still take requests, and once I feel even better, I'll prioritize writing fluff. I'm still trying to recover my mental health, that means a break from my angst because it's actually affecting me too lolololol have a nice day, my scuzzballz.
Please note that author's first language is not English so grammatical errors or spelling mistakes might happen, that I will try my best to fix. You can totally correct me in the comments especially if I mentioned something unfactual. Interactions, Requests, Suggestions are deeply appreciated:D
