zanka is just so touch starvedโฆ โฅ๏ธ
viewed through the eyes of zanka nijiku, the world was a collection of dull tones, aching muscles, and the frigidness of a life lacking ardor. he was content with this in his own quiet, driven wayโso long as he had an amicable training ground and his staff to accompany him, he was able to make it through the day.
he was content with this.
he was content with the cold sheets and the cold floorboards and the cold brush of air through the open window being the only caress he felt in the dark. he told himself this every day.
but Lord, you were warm, and he thought for a moment, foolishly, that he would discard all of it to feel your hands on him for just a little longer.
it had been casual. you were mid-storyโyou had always been one to get carried away by the your own wordsโand, without thinking twice, placed your hand on his forearm. he tensed up all over, but managed to force his muscles to relax into something near casual. he felt heat rising to his ears; he made a point to avert his eyes lest you think he was too whipped. unfortunately, in the depths of his sickly heart, he knew every effort was futile. his pulse was thrumming against his throat, his entire body felt warm, and the moisture seemed to have drained from his mouth.
โit was just ridiculous. wasnโt it, zanka?โ
he blinked, rigid features looking uncharacteristically flustered for a beat before he checked himself, forcing a shrug. โthink yerโ exaggerating a bit.โ
you sniggered. the movement made your hand shift, twitching slightly over his antebrachium, a dull press that sent every nerve from his wrist to his cranium flare to life. his fingers curled. he wanted to hold on. he wanted to beg you to keep touching him, just for a second. hell, he wanted to pry open your chest and find a home for himself thereโhe was content with his quiet life, but the beat of your heart was a metronome ringing about his ears like a sirenโs call. he would breathe the air from your lungs if you let him; he would gorge himself on the essence of you until he felt sick with it.
well, if he was anybody but zanka nijiku.
cursed by the wretchedness of his own existence, he stayed virtually still as you retorted and went to swat at himโthough he avoided that with a lazy dodge. โdonโt ask questions ya donโt want an answer to, then, idiot.โ
โyouโre such a dick.โ you shifted as if to move your hand away, and his breath caught almost imperceptibly. he cursed himself for it the moment he realized and promptly feigned interest in a crooked floorboard to the left of your table. then, you settled your manus over his once more, sliding up his wrist. he managed to reel back his gasp this time, but his face reddened enough to have double the effect.
โwhatโre yaโฆโ he gave up on the sentence midway when your fingers slid through the gaps in his. the sweet nectar of your affection pooled in his every nerve ending, flesh to flesh, human to human. the iciness of his posture trickled from his vertebrae in gentle waves, as did the scowl on his face.
โโฆmaybe I am. not like Iโd try to fix it either way.โ
โgood. I like when youโre snarky.โ
he scoffed, but he was suppressing a smile.
zanka nijiku was content with the cold, but he was happy in your glow. though he was not entirely sure he deserved it, he allowed himself to hoard it just this once.
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a/n: this is probably buns but I randomly had a hankering to write something short & sweet oopsโฆ im sick. and sleepy. zanka sickfic? ๐
