falling asleep on zanka's shoulder in the car after a mission.
enjin's driving always drives you insane.
but leaning into zanka's warmth drives you to achieve the highest level of insanity no man has ever witnessed.
you sit beside zanka in the car, and with enjin behind the wheel, the road seems much rockier. however, something was off. it was awfully quiet today, with the car speaker apparently broken.
still, enjin hummed loudly. the broken speaker didn't seem much of a problem to him.
zanka had one arm propped up against the window, gazing out at the scenery. after a long day out on a mission, he finally looked calm for the first time today.
you felt your eyelids grow heavier, your body and mind unaccustomed to the absence of the usual noise booming out from the speaker.
zanka noticed how you started drifting off to dreamland, your head snapping suddenly everytime you tried to fight the drowsiness that was pulling you in. removing his arm from the window, he moved closer and settled beside you.
you felt him nudge you lightly, taking your hand in his, drawing small circles on the back of your hand. your mind was too hazy from the feeling of sleepiness to properly react to his touch.
feeling zanka's presence close to you, your body relaxed comfortably and finally succumbed to the will of hypnos.
as if acting on muscle memory, your head lay on zanka's firm shoulder, and he willed himself not to move until you woke up, which is probably when you reach the headquarters, but he doesn't really mind.
enjin took a glance at the rearview mirror and saw zanka's head on top of yours. your hands were linked, with fingers intertwined, on zanka's lap. he couldn't resist the smile forming on his face. if only he had a camera in hand and wasn't driving right now... the blackmail would go crazy.
"yep, should definitely bring them together on more missions," was what enjin thought at that moment, before he almost crashed on a rock, which he thankfully avoided, but almost snapped the two lovebirds (you and zanka) sitting at the back of the car awake.
you'll probably not be the only one to wake up feeling flustered to the moment you realize you slept on each other's shoulder, with your hands unashamedly locked and intertwined.
because even zanka goes insane at the slightest of your touch. not that he's complaining.
ft. tamsy, enjin, zanka x reader | 1.3k words. (each varies in length) | masterlist.
no pronouns used. fluff. kisses. eating food. petnames were used (only a mention or two, darling/babe). enjin chokes (sorry, he’s an idiot).
TAMSY CAINES ˎˊ˗
you were at a small and modest cafe with tamsy, taking a break from the travel on the way to your job today.
you sat in front of him, munching on your own slice of strawberry cake, while he calmly drinks his tea.
tamsy held a newspaper in one hand, and a teacup in the other, he drank while reading, seemingly immersed in the news written on it. the tea glosses his lips, and he licks the corner of his lips with his tongue.
how could he have such pretty pink and plump lips?
you pouted while chewing, puffing your cheeks a bit. who wouldn’t be jealous of such pretty lips?
tamsy brought the newspaper down and pinned his gaze on you with one eyebrow raised, and an amused smile.
“yes, darling?”
you averted your gaze from him, feeling the blood rush to the tips of your ears.
“nothing,” you mumbled, and took another bite from your strawberry cake.
you heard tamsy shuffle from his seat, and the next thing you know, he was sitting beside you with a teasing look on his face.
tamsy leans on the table with an elbow propped up, as you look at him, flustered and clueless.
“w-what?” you stuttered.
“you’re so adorable, have i told you that?” tamsy teased, the smile never leaving his face.
the words were lost in your mouth. tamsy, the ever so elegant and beautiful giver in all of the cleaners hq—heck, in all of the people in the ground, even—, with his gorgeous glowing eyes and lips, just called you ‘adorable,’ and you have no fucking idea how to respond to his all-knowing but seemingly innocent smile.
“stop looking at me like that,” you looked away from him and his eyes.
tamsy chuckled. “you have something on your lips.”
“what? where?”
“here.”
tamsy held your cheek, and leaned close to your face. his lips lightly touched the corner of your own.
“all gone,” he said with a smile.
you felt your brain short-circuits, your face heating up from his touch, the feeling of his lips lingered on yours.
tamsy caines, the devil of a tease you are.
ENJIN ˎˊ˗
enjin sat next to you in the dining room of the cleaners hq and wolfed down the lunch food you were given.
“slow the fuck down, enjin,” you reprimanded him.
“i chan’t! thiz ish way two goodfh!” he talked with his mouth full.
you cringed, and rolled your eyes at him.
why do i like this man?
still, you can’t deny enjin’s words. after a long day of work, all you want to do is eat everything in sight to quiet down the rumbling in your stomach.
you rapidly ate your food as well, but slow enough to not choke on it.
speaking of,
enjin let out a hard choking sound, and tapped your shoulder aggressively, but not too harsh.
“what?” you glared at him, just to let him relish in the consequences of his actions, despite knowing what he needed at that point.
“w-wha…te…r.” he pointed at the row of glasses and the pitcher of water in front of you, coughing and choking on his food.
you hurriedly poured him a glass of water, which he took from you with shaking hands. you watched him chug the water down to satisfaction.
enjin slammed the glass on the table and heaved a sigh of relief.
“whew, that was a nice lunch.”
“you almost died,” you said, as a matter of fact.
enjin grinned at you foolishly. “that’s not enough to kill me, babe.”
“yeah? you’ve got sauce on your cheek.” you pointed at his right cheek.
“ha? where?” he made unfruitful attempts to wipe it off, unaware of where it was.
you sighed. “right here.”
you took a napkin and wiped the sauce off his face.
“it’s gone.”
enjin looked at you with innocent eyes. “you have sauce as well, on your lips.”
“i don’t—?!”
enjin leaned in, placed his hand on your neck and kissed you on the lips, just a quick kiss but enough to leave you flustered (but you are not going to show it to him, no!)
“what the freak, enjin?” you frantically looked around to see if anyone saw what he did. luckily, everyone seemed to be focused on their own food and groups of people.
“oops, my bad. i thought it was ketchup, turns out it was just your lipstick.” enjin smirked.
“wipe that smirk off your face, you jerk!” you hissed at him, careful not to shout out loud.
“don’t hit me! i know you love me, babe!”
enjin, you are going to be the DEATH of me.
ZANKA NIJIKU ˎˊ˗
you were at the common room, watching rudo and riyo bicker while playing cards.
it was your day off. or rather, team akuta just decided that today was team akuta’s day off (enjin’s nowhere to be seen right now).
you sat in the corner on a couch beside zanka, with a pack of biscuit on your lap. more snacks and two cans of fruit juice were on the small table in front of you.
“this goes on top of this one, rudo,” riyo corrected the spherite boy.
rudo scratched the back of his head. “i don’t understand this game at all…”
you giggled at their interaction, it was nice to see them getting along so well. with rudo joining the cleaners, going on jobs just became more interesting than before.
you looked at zanka, and saw his brows furrowed as always.
zanka ate the chips in his hand while staring at nothing. his mind seemed to be elsewhere. after the fight with the raiders, jabber specifically, when rudo almost got kidnapped, you knew he wanted to train as hard as he could, to prepare in case the raiders attack again. but you told him to take it easy today, to rest just a little.
you know zanka is strong, but of course, telling him that is not enough. he always wants to strive even harder, and you love him for that. you just hope he doesn’t strain himself too much.
“what?”
zanka’s voice pulled you out from your pool of thoughts.
you responded, stammering, “what?”
“you were starin’ at me,” zanka said.
you shook your head and waved your hands in front of your face, while holding a biscuit in your right hand. “what? no, i wasn’t.”
“stop lyin’. what is it?”
“nothing. it’s just that— oh, you have something on your lips.” you pointed out to him.
you were going to tell him he needs to rest his mind too, not just his body, but you were distracted by the crumbs of chips on the side of his lips.
“hm? where?” he tried brushing them off.
you reached your hand out, and wiped them off yourself. your finger lingered a little more on his lips.
brushing your finger again on his lips, you leaned in to him. closing the gap, you kissed him on the lips.
zanka sat there, dumbfounded, with no idea what to do or what happens next.
you giggled a little. “you messy eater.”
“y-you…” zanka fumbled over his words, his face was flushed red, and he could feel the loud beat of his heart against his chest. “i’m not a messy eater,” he mumbled.
you chuckled and poke his chest teasingly. “sure, sure.”
“get yer finger off me…!”
you laughed at how red his ears were.
“that finger is clean, excuse you!”
“ah, rudo, get used to it,” you heard riyo say, she had a smirk on her face.
oh. you completely forgot you weren’t alone with zanka.
rudo stared at you both with big, open red eyes. surprised? yes. shocked? yeah. shy? yep, why didn’t he realize before that you and zanka were a couple?
zanka was still flustered and speechless. his eyes darted back and forth at you and at riyo and rudo.
zanka nijiku, you’re so cute when you’re flustered.
🚯 i need sleep and tamsy. enjin’s an idiot and i love him for it. flustered zanka is my meal day and night. #girlbreakfast #girllunch #girldinner
and yay finally i posted a masterlist for my works... brah
used to sleeping alone in his huge bed, leona kingscholar can’t help but find himself stuck in place in your embrace.
the huge space beside leona was occupied tonight… by you.
he was used to having all the space to himself, and you were used to hugging a pillow or a stuffed toy to keep you company at night in your sleep.
so, when you slept together with leona for the first time, you suddenly snuggled close to him in the middle of the night, waking him up from his usually extremely deep slumber.
leona couldn’t move in his place for hours, and it’s the first time in his lazy life he has been awake for hours. he has been caged in your arm that you have set on top and wrapped around his body.
he was suddenly conscious by the pace of his breath, the beat of his heart, and the sound of your snores.
you were cuddling him without even meaning to—curse it all if you remember this in the morning, more so if you wake up still in this position.
shit, is all leona could think about as he stared into the ceiling for hours until finally drifting back to sleep.
leona would never admit he got flustered by what happened—shocked, perhaps—, lest if it was all a dream, how embarrassing for a prince like him to conjure a nightmare like that.
though it’s for sure the very morning after (since it was, fortunately or unfortunately, not a dream), when you wake up to find yourself hugging the arrogant lion prince and you profusely apologized for your arrogant act, he makes sure to tease you about it.
as if he didn’t lose hours of sleep trying his best not to move. oh, leona.
zanka loves it when he has your full attention. he's yapping about something? you have your head on your palm, staring at him, listening to his words carefully—and most importantly, remembering micro details that went on his day. you'd have his favorite drink in your hand before he could even ask for it. your eyes would already be on him before he could even find yours. and you'd find him even in the midst of the crowd.
zanka loves kisses. you'd lie on top of him and pepper him with kisses all over. you could be sitting beside each other, and you'd be holding his hand, the other on his cheek, your lips against his. you could be out on a mission together, and you'd take his hand in yours before setting out, gently massaging it and kissing the back of his hand. surely, he should be the one doing that, but he's not complaining.
zanka loves hearing “i love you.” it's not something he easily got used to because he didn't grow up in a household that wore their emotions on their sleeves. but you'd say it so openly, like it's normal to love—it's normal to love a zanka nijiku. he rarely says it himself, but you don't hold it against him. you once told him that that way, hearing him say those words would feel more rewarding than anything because you know they're sincere. and he may never admit it, but hearing those words from you always makes his heart thump like he had run from the sphere and back.
zanka loves hugs, even more than he loves kisses. he feels safe within your arms, warm in your hold. a feeling he wants to be in forever, his euphoria in dystopia. it is in your embrace he feels loved the most—he doesn't need words to prove the affection and security you have given him, your embrace is more than enough. when times are hard, silence heals his wounds as long as you are by his side, and you are willing to hold him together.
and of course, zanka loves compliments. it doesn't even need to be explained any further. just a simple, “nice one,” or “good job, zanka!” from you is enough to make him go through a hellish month. he'd be smiling from ear to ear whenever you say something good about him. he would show off just for your eyes, for you to tell him how cool he is. your compliments play like a broken record in his head, and he never forgets those moments you'd say good things about him.
zanka nijiku loves being loved, especially if it's you. because love didn't start when he loved someone, it started the moment you loved him, and he let himself be loved.
thinking about how leona kingscholar would listen to you yap all day, under a tree, as he dozes off to the sweet, comforting, familiar sound of your voice (he’s fighting against it, he swears).
leona leans against the bark of the tree with his eyes closed, his arms propped up behind his head. your head lie on his lap as you fiddle with the soft fur of his tail, talking and talking like there’s no end to your tale.
leona is amused by how theatrical you are with your elaborate storytelling about what went on with your day. he chuckles softly, his canine tooth showing through the small parting of his lips.
one moment, he’s laughing, the next, he’s already snoring.
leona’s eyes fluttered open as your weight disappeared from his lap—seeing you sit up straight with your arms crossed, brows furrowed, and lips formed in a frown.
“you’re sulkin’,” leona says, as a matter of fact, shifting in his seat.
you rolled your eyes at him. “were you even listening?”
he scoffs in arrogance. “‘course i was. you were tellin’ me how you’d have gotten more sleep if only your duo in alchemy wasn’t a pain in the ass.”
a smile made its way to your lips, and you playfully hit his thigh.
“thought you left me off for dreamland.”
leona takes your wrist and pulls you close to him. he leans close to your neck and breathes, “y’know i’ll never doze off to your ramblings, yeah?” then he plants a kiss on the corner of your jaw.
he backs away for a bit and stares into your eyes. you could see how sleepy he is by the droop of his eyes—not that he was ever not sleepy, anyway. but you appreciate him staying awake just to listen to you talk.
“liar,” you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close again, your noses almost touching. “…i don’t mind if you drift off, anyway. i’m already happy you’re here.”
leona’s eyes showed a glint of mischief, and the next second, his sharp teeth were grazing the skin of your lips as he crashed his lips onto yours.
you clutch his collar tighter, and a muffled groan escapes leona’s lips. he takes hold of your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours.
pulling away, he had a smug look on his pretty face. “what? can’t talk anymore?”
you gave him a quick kiss. “less talking, more kisses.”
“and here i thought you’re gonna yap all day.”
still, he gave you what you wanted. more kisses for now, the talking can be continued later.
right now, he’s fully awake. later… you’re not so sure if he’d still be when you start yapping again.
(ᵔ◡ᵔ) Hello! I hope you are doing well. In case you aren't, that it gets better!
Could you, please, write gachiakuta (enjin, zanka) separate, reacting to someone flirting/hitting on them and girlfriend (reader) is right there? 🧍♀️What would they say?
oh, anon…
in which your boyfriend gets hit on, and you’re literally right there.
the audacity
ft. enjin, zanka x fem!reader | 1.6k words (each varies in length) | masterlist.
jealous reader. petnames (in enjin’s). zanka’s a tease (the audacity).
ENJIN ˎˊ˗
“i like your tattoos,” someone butted in to your conversation. your brows furrow subconsciously as you look at the girl’s hand lying rather comfortably on enjin’s arm. “where’d you get them?”
enjin responded quite gleefully, appearing glad to have someone take an interest in his absolutely flamboyant and cool tattoos that he is so ever proud of. he was wearing a red shirt, and he rolled up its short sleeve to showoff his tattoos more.
“i see.” she traced enjin’s tattoos up and down, and he doesn’t seem fazed one bit. “what’s your name?”
the girl was smooth with her lines, her tone was even and subtle, though with a seductive hint to it. you were picking it up, but apparently, your idiot of a boyfriend wasn’t, and it’s starting to piss you off.
“it’s enjin, and—”
“he’s not interested.” you glared down at the girl, then at enjin. “are you?”
enjin’s eyes snapped from the girl to you, his golden orbs shaking in panic, and his mouth was starting to twitch in fear.
“o-oh, yeah, no, no. i’m not. sorry,” enjin said in a hurry, his words jumbling as he stuttered through it.
the girl frowned, clicked her tongue, and rolled her eyes at you before leaving the two of you alone. you can’t believe she had the guts to act like that after flirting with your boyfriend in front of you. in. front. of. you. and your salad.
“babe, i’m so sorry—”
you pretended to check your choker. “ah. semiu, i’m needed at the headquarters? right now? okay, i’m on my way.”
“hey, don’t ignore me,” enjin whined and tried touching your arm, but you successfully evaded him.
“yeah, no. i’m alone right now.”
enjin frowned. “you don’t love me.”
after dropping such an insane line, enjin took a look at you with his head still low, only moving his eyes to see you.
you looked like a volcano about to erupt—your brows were furrowed, the glare in your eyes were piercing, and you breathed heavily like you’re about to tell shout at him while punching him or something (but he knows you love him too much to do that, okay. although, he wouldn’t blame you if you opt to do so… he probably deserves it today.)
enjin lifted his head, scared of what would come next after his foolishness.
he tried giving you a stupid wide grin, but you looked away, feeling tears forming in your eyes.
seriously, why would you tear up over something like that? so stupid.
seeing this, enjin reached out to you and pulled you into his arms, embracing you.
“my jealous baby. i’m so sorry.”
“pull a stunt like that again, i fucking swear, enjin. just try, you jerk,” you felt a slight tremble in your voice, but willed it to sound commanding until the end.
“i’m sorry, okay? i didn’t know, really, i swear!” he pulled away and looked you in the eyes. “i got too excited someone asked about my tattoos. i’m sorry, babe.”
“don’t i pay attention to your tattoos enough?” you rolled your eyes at him.
“i—, oh, come on, y/n. kiss?” he puckered up his lips. “please?”
“no.” you tried pushing him off you, but he held you tightly.
“i love you,” enjin said, still pouting.
“okay.”
“okay?! no, ‘i love you too, enjin, my baby. i forgive you, so here’s a kiss for my handsome lover.’?”
“be ashamed of yourself. you’re almost thirty.”
“we’re gonna grow old together. you gotta get used to it!”
you felt your face flush at the stupid, seemingly innocent statement he so casually said. you looked further away from him, as much as you could. “whatever.”
enjin grinned at you, feeling your flusteredness through the strong facade you had put on. he leaned in and kissed the tip of your nose. “you’re the only one, okay?”
you looked at him straight in the eye and said, “that better be the case for the entirety of your life.”
enjin’s smile grew wider, and he got so excited he kissed you so quick you were afraid he’d hit all your front teeth at the impact. “yes, ma’am!”
“stupid,” you whispered. “love you too.”
to say you were pissed at him is an understatement. you want to choke the hell out of your man. but you gotta forgive his honest mistakes… and probably dote more on his stupid (cool) tattoos.
ZANKA NIJIKU ˎˊ˗
you were out on a trip with zanka on your day off, happy to finally have the time to spend together—alone, peacefully, no enjin in sight to tease the hell out of you two.
but as you stroll around the plaza, you notice someone trailing you from behind. you got your guard up, but didn’t tell zanka about it because you know he deserves this rest more than anyone.
having no idea who it might be, you zanka’s hand a little tighter, earning a concerned look from zanka, which you quickly brushed off as ‘just missed you lots.’
who knows if it’s a pickpocket, murderer, or worse, a raider following you from behind?
you started losing track of the person… and suddenly, a girl appeared in front of you.
“zanka, it’s actually you!”
zanka looked at the girl, surprised, then said a name you never heard of.
“yes! oh my god, you remember me?” the girl responded enthusiastically, taking zanka’s hands in hers. “i’m so glad! but i mean, you were always nicer to me than anyone else in the room.”
“who’s she…?” you whispered to zanka.
zanka looked at you, uncomfortable at the situation he got caught in. “an old classmate from the academy.”
“yeah, that’s right! you are?” she didn’t even give you a chance to answer. she continued blabbering on, her hand still clasping zanka’s. “i still remember zanka would always defend me from our classmates who said i’m weak. but it’s okay. i left the academy and found something better for me. it was sad though, cause i wasn’t able to see you anymore, zanka.”
you tilted your head in confusion, staring at the way the girl caressed zanka’s hands casually.
“and… did you guys hold hands or something? cause you look rather comfortable doing that,” you warily asked, hoping the answer would disappoint you.
zanka tried to say something as he also tried to pull his hands away, but the girl beat him to it, moving closer to zanka and said, “he used to hold my hand when he defended me from our classmates, you know!”
zanka didn’t even hold your hand until a few months into dating!
“ah. i see,” your voice came out sounding bored. at this point, you already had your arms crossed in annoyance. “so, you guys… i don’t know, liked each other, then?”
zanka wasn’t even saying anything, his eyes just darted between you and the girl holding his hands.
“well, you could say that! right, zanka? you were always so nice to me. and the others would tease us too!”
zanka stammered, seemingly speechless with the unfolding events.
you had an eyebrow raised, your head tilted to the side, asking him for an honest answer.
“that’s not—”
the girl cut zanka off. seriously, does this girl ever let anyone else speak?
“zanka, it’s okay. no need to be shy to your cousin,” she said with a proud smile.
cousin?! what the actual hell.
you felt your head boiling, and you clenched your fists in your crossed arms. “yeah, cousins. i’ll leave you two rekindle that old love of yours then. bye.”
“wait—” zanka tried calling you out, but you already walked off.
what the fuck?
you know your emotions are just getting the best of you, and it’s really stupid and you don’t even know exactly what’s making you mad.
zanka finally caught up to you, still panting after running after you. he took your hand in his and made you face him.
“what?” you asked him, your tone turned out rather crass. “need anything, mr. oh-you’ve-always-been-nice-to-me-zanka?”
zanka rolled his eyes at you. this boyfriend of yours had the guts to roll his eyes at you.
“you’re bein’ unreasonable,” he said plainly.
you let out an offensive gasp. yes, he’s right, but damn it, can he please catch a hint?
“really, zanka? someone comes up to you, saying you’ve got this old love with her, and holds your hands—and tells me you’ve been holding hands since what? since you’ve been in your mothers’ wombs?”
“because that’s all there is to it. end of story.”
now, it was your turn to roll your eyes at him. “you don’t even hold my hand unless you really feel like holding it,” you whispered to yourself.
“what’d you say?”
“nothing.”
“you think i’d run after ya if i liked her and not you?” zanka pulled you closer to him. “and i never liked her. i was just… actin’ cool, ya know? i told ya that before already, about the kind of person i was back in the academy.”
you averted your gaze from him, biting your lip in guilt—you’re well aware of how wrong your reaction came to be, but it was really annoying to witness that kind of thing when you’re supposed to be enjoying your time alone together.
“whatever you say,” you mumbled.
zanka pulled you into a hug. “you’re my first love. ya know that, right?”
you sank in his embrace. “i’m sorry.”
“s’okay. you should’ve seen her face when i told her you’re my girlfriend.”
“stop it.” you hit zanka’s arm playfully, and he swayed you around a little.
“mhm. ain’t gonna lie, yer jealousy is cute.”
“shut up, zanka. we almost broke up, and that’s what you say?”
“don’t think you’d do that,” he broke the hug to look at you with a smirk. “love ya too.”
after that day, zanka would always find a way to hold your hand—and he’s no longer flustered when he does so.
🚯 not gonna lie.. i had to use everything in my power to figure out how this would work out because i don’t have a single idea about this kind of thing. sorry i’m bitchless as fuck. and it’s kinda funny cause i’m a very jealous person (when it comes to my friends) but i found it so hard to reflect that here. also, i really love making enjin suffer. i had to make zanka’s be someone who knows him from before bc i feel like to randomly approach zanka, you’d really need to have the GUTS to do it.
and… i think i always write zanka to be this flustered loverboy he is that i forget he has a bad attitude. yes, i love that sharp tongue, baby, that’s exactly why i fell in love with him.
thinking about how clingy zanka could get when it’s only the two of you in the quiet peace of either of your rooms.
zanka hugs you in the waist as he lays his head on your lap like a cat. he urges you to play with his hair, otherwise, he'll start getting grumpy and whiny.
he listens to you yap about what went on with your day and simply hums as a response. “hm?” “mhm,” “hmmm.” sometimes, he'd say a word or two.
when you ask him about his day, he'll tell you, “nothin’ much. it was boring without ya.”
if you try to get him off you, he'd only hug you tighter, asking (begging) you not to go yet because he feels comfortable and warm around you.
afterwards, you'll tease him about how clingy he is, and he acts so nonchalant about it, but he's actually painfully aware of how clingy he gets with you.
when you're out with everyone, he acts like he doesn't cling to you like a needy cat when no one's watching. he keeps a short distance from you outside, but when you're alone? your personal space is his personal space.
are the peaceful days with zanka over? based on this request.
zanka nijiku x reader | 1.5k words | masterlist.
no pronouns used. established relationship (zanka has the biggest crush on you i swear 🙄). flustered zanka (and reader #equality). a bit suggestive. a lil dirty joke (not explicit tho). fluff.
“are ya hungry?”
zanka looked up at you before laying his head back on top of your stomach, his arms wrapped around your waist.
you have been in this position for quite a while now. just enjoying the peaceful quiet of this free time you have with him, pitching in random topics to form small conversations from time to time. asking him about trivial things, and zanka answering you with a hushed, muffled voice as half his face lay on your stomach.
it was a comfortable position, one you could stay in forever. if only the human body didn't demand so much…
you had hoped he wouldn't hear the grumbling of your insides. you were already getting hungry as the clock reached the hour of lunchtime, but didn't want to get out of the position you were in. it is only often so rare to be able to spend time with zanka like this.
“...no.” still, you decided to lie when it's already so obvious.
zanka started to shuffle around, trying to get up from his position. “you’re lyin’.”
you tried stopping him by holding on to his arms, but his smooth skin slipped right out of your hold. he sat up straight and looked at you with an eyebrow raised.
“yer stomach's already grumblin’,” he stated.
you faced him, turning your body to the side and propping one arm to support the weight of your head.
“we can eat later. please?”
zanka grumbled under his breath. “it’s almost lunch, anyway. why don’t we go now?”
you looked at him with pleading eyes and a frown half-jokingly, and you saw him click his tongue.
zanka didn’t like it when you made that kind of face. he always feels so warm inside and wants to combust for some reason he cannot comprehend.
with no warning, you attacked him, launching yourself onto him.
“hey..!”
the tables have turned. as opposed to your position earlier, your arms were now the ones wrapped around zanka’s waist this time.
you looked up to him with a sheepish grin.
zanka looked away from you, he will not be tempted to give in to your pleading eyes and wide smile or whatever.
you laughed at how cute the face he was making right now, which earned another eyebrow raise from zanka.
slowly, you got up as well and held both sides of his cheeks. squeezing it together, his lips protruded like a duck.
“what do ya think you're doin’?” zanka asked, his words muffled by the compression.
“i'm so hungry, i could eat zanka nijiku.”
zanka felt his whole face go warm, as well as the tips of his ears. he felt the beating of his heart run laps in just a few seconds, and he’s sure he might faint despite how fast his heart is trying to circulate oxygen throughout his body right now.
it was amusing how zanka stayed still for those few seconds, his face slowly getting painted a faint pink.
getting no response from your boyfriend, you giggled and gave him a peck on the lips, which seemed to bring him back to the reality of life as you see blood continuously rush to his face.
“you're so cute!” you tackled him down to the bed again immediately after.
the top of your body lay on his chest, and you could feel his breathing underneath you. you looked at him with a smile on your face, taking in the softness and sharpness of his features.
zanka looked back at your eyes, determined not to back down after getting so flustered—which, he would not admit right now.
“what?” zanka blurted out.
your smile just grew wider, and you started peppering kisses all over his face nonstop.
you didn’t stop there, you started tickling him on his sides, earning annoyed groans from him, and yet, you only laughed at his face.
“we’re doin’ this now, huh?” zanka said, fighting against the tickling of your hands and kisses. “you’re basically askin’ for a fight.”
you stopped and looked at him tauntingly. “and, are you backing down?”
“‘course not.”
within seconds, the tables have turned again. zanka had flipped you over, and you lay underneath him this time.
the sudden flip sparked a flame inside you. you felt a blush slowly creep into your cheeks, and the air getting warmer by each millisecond that passed.
“where’s all that confidence you had earlier, hm?” zanka asked you, his beautiful face looming over you from above.
zanka had pinned you down under him, using his arms to encage you like prey caught by a bigger animal. you could smell the faint scent of incense.
the room grew hotter, the clock ticked quieter, and the world spun slower. but despite everything, neither of you backed down.
for once, you can’t say anything. no words came to your mind, so no proper sentences coherently formed to be said at this moment, no matter how hard you tried.
you tried your best not to look away, because to do so is to back down from a challenge you have started—and that will not be happening. this is ‘vs. zanka’ we’re talking about.
you wondered how zanka could still keep his cool even in this kind of position.
however.
zanka’s knees were growing weaker by every tick of the clock that he gazed back on your eyes. but he held himself up in pride, owning up to the character of strong nonchalance he had asserted as he turned the tides of this battle.
he himself feels embarrassed by what he has brought upon the two of you. but that is something he could not admit. not when you look this good under him.
zanka took this chance to look at you thoroughly, examining your face with an indifferent gaze. the glint of your eyes he likes to see, the tip of your nose he wants to boop, and the softness of your lips he wants to feel against his own.
gulping down your pride, you muttered, “is it just me or is it getting hot in here?”
“hey, zanka! oh—!”
the door suddenly busted open, revealing a surprised pikachu-face enjin.
the both of you snapped your gazes to the intruder at the door, with zanka still on top of you.
“didn’t i… lock the door?” you whispered, almost just to yourself.
“what… are ya doin’ here, enjin?”
enjin looked like a balloon about to pop, he was growing red with how much he was trying to restrain his boisterous laughter—which he soon failed to contain.
“i see! you two are getting freaky, i see!” enjin said with an annoyingly loud laugh. “just be careful, you two! you’re still babies, you see!”
zanka's face went beet red. “that’s not—!”
quickly, you knocked zanka off you to the side. “enjin! you got it all wrong!”
zanka cursed at how fast you pushed him off, and you sent him an apologetic side-eye.
“ah, our lil zan-zan is a grownup now, i see!” enjin kept repeating a certain phrase like a vocal stim, still cackling all the while. “oh, lil zan-zan’s no longer a baby!”
a pillow came flying through to enjin from zanka’s grasp. “don’t call me that!”
“that’s your concern?!” you joined the shouting.
“thought ya locked the door?”
“i did!”
enjin took a look at the doorknob, and his laugh grew even louder—you don’t know how that’s possible.
“you twisted the lock the other way, pfft!”
you grimaced at enjin’s discovery. “this trash heap of a headquarters.”
“careful, semiu and the boss might hear you,” enjin tried breathing through his laughs. “although, i think we might hear other— ow!”
the pillow you threw successfully hit enjin right on the face. “like you said, we're just babies! leave us alone!”
enjin kicked the pillows back inside the room, still laughing loudly, and closed the door, still laughing, leaving you two to make sense of what just happened (still laughing).
“i can't believe your doorknob’s broken,” you said with a sigh, and a hand on your forehead. “and out of all people… it’s gotta be enjin.”
zanka himself was still in shock, but he urged himself to be composed. “and my pillows got dirty.”
you slapped his arm playfully. “that’s your worry?” you said with a chuckle.
zanka took your hand and pulled you into his chest. “no. how are we goin’ to keep our free time peaceful now?”
“we can always stay in my room,” you offered, looking up at him with a smug smile. “my lock’s not broken.”
zanka felt his mouth fall open a little at your sly words. he narrowed his eyes at you. “don’t talk like enjin.”
“i wasn’t even trying to imply anything!”
“don’t say things like that after sayin’ you could eat me right now.”
you laughed. “so, you did get flustered!”
zanka clicked his tongue. “this is so annoying.”
“you love me.” you gave him a kiss.
zanka kissed you back and smiled. “yeah, yeah. i do.”
you had forgotten how hungry you were.
🚯 i js be sayin whatever… also, i think this is a bit different from my usual on the softer side much clingier zanka. but i love him this way toooooo you knowwww
