Omg I love your writing so much!!
I had this idea sitting in my head and I thought I might as well get it out somewhere lol
Do you think you could write a x (fem)reader fic, where Zanka got some kind of poison or toxin in his system that makes him extremely clingy? Like EXTREMELY clingy
I thought it would be so cute to get the cleaners reaction to an out of character zanka who is attached to reader at the hip and is constantly looking for her attention
Anyway hope you have a great rest of your day!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️
-i love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. i love you simply, without problems or pride
pablo neruda
synopsis: a quiet mission leaves something behind that makes him stay closer than usual, like distance stops making sense. nothing dramatic happens, just a steady habit of being near you all the time. everyday things feel softer and slower, with small gestures replacing words, and space between you two slowly becoming unnecessary.
content: f!reader, fluff, toxin , so on
a/n: the plot may or may not follow the anime/manga. if you have any suggestions or recommendations feel free to dm me. also if there are any mistakes or or things you would like me to add, reach out to me.
Nobody noticed the toxin at first because Zanka still looked normal.
He still talked the same. Still fought the same. Still had that permanently irritated expression like the world personally offended him.
The only difference was that he suddenly could not handle being away from you.
You’d get up during meetings and he’d immediately look up.
You’d leave a room and less than a minute later he’d appear in the doorway too, acting like it was coincidence.
You looked up from tying your shoes. “Outside?”
You blinked. “Zanka, I’m literally just sitting outside.”
Like that settled everything.
Honestly, it probably would’ve been less weird if he acted embarrassed about it, but he genuinely didn’t seem to realize he was acting strange.
Meanwhile the rest of the Cleaners were losing their minds.
Rudo watched Zanka follow you into the kitchen for the fourth time that day.
You were pouring yourself a drink when you felt someone behind you again.
You didn’t even need to turn around anymore.
“You know,” you said carefully, “most people knock before entering rooms.”
“You opened the door and walked in.”
You finally looked over at him and almost laughed.
He looked genuinely serious.
Arms crossed. Standing close enough that your shoulder brushed his chest every time you moved.
“You’ve been following me all day.”
“You’ve been leaving all day.”
“That’s how moving works.”
His eyes narrowed slightly, like he didn’t appreciate your sarcasm.
Then, without warning, he reached over and grabbed the sleeve of your hoodie.
Like a kid who didn’t want their favorite person walking away.
You stared down at his hand.
“Why are you holding my sleeve?”
Rudo nearly hit the floor laughing.
“You sound insane right now!”
Zanka ignored him completely and looked at you instead.
“You were gone for twenty minutes earlier.”
“You didn’t say where you were going.”
“I didn’t think I needed permission?”
“Then why are you upset?”
He absolutely sounded upset.
The toxin really had destroyed whatever emotional filter he normally had because this was basically Zanka saying I missed you and being mad about it.
Which, honestly, was kind of adorable.
Later that night, you were sitting in the common room reading when Zanka walked in.
The second he saw you, his entire posture relaxed.
Just enough that you noticed.
He immediately came over and sat beside you.
Like thigh pressed against yours, arm touching yours, practically glued to your side.
You lowered your book slowly. “Comfortable?”
“There’s an entire couch.”
“…Then why are you sitting on me?”
You laughed softly and shook your head.
The sound made him glance at you immediately.
Like every tiny reaction from you had suddenly become important to him.
“You’re clingy today,” you teased gently.
Rudo, walking by at the perfect moment, stopped dead.
“THAT IS THE BIGGEST LIE I’VE EVER HEARD.”
Zanka looked genuinely irritated at the interruption.
“You used to act like holding hands was a going end the world!”
“You are literally sitting in her skin right now!”
You started laughing again while Zanka glared at Rudo hard enough to kill plants.
Then, like he completely forgot anybody else existed, he turned back toward you and suddenly leaned over until his head dropped into your lap.
Zanka never initiated affection like this in front of people.
But now he just looked… tired.
His arms loosely wrapped around your waist while he buried his face against your stomach like he’d been wanting to do that all day.
Your expression softened instantly.
“Aww,” you whispered, brushing your fingers through his hair.
The reaction was immediate.
His shoulders dropped, his grip tightened slightly around you, and he let out the quietest breath against your hoodie.
Rudo looked like he was witnessing history.
“I think she domesticated him.”
“No,” Enjin said calmly. “The toxin did.”
Your fingers kept moving through Zanka’s hair slowly, gently, and after a minute he mumbled against your stomach:
Your heart nearly exploded.
“You’re cute right now,” you teased softly.
“You’re laying in my lap.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
He looked up finally, expression completely serious.
The room went quiet for a second.
Because under all the clinginess and weird behavior, that part sounded painfully honest.
You smiled softly and brushed his bangs back. “You're clingy today. In a nice way.”
Rudo grabbed Enjin’s shoulder violently.
“HE CAN SAY THINGS LIKE THAT?!”
hope this is what you are looking for. if not feel me to correct me.
