Gray!!

A small Zanka Nijiku fluff piece :p. cleaner!reader x Zanka. Implied established relationship, fluff.

Coming home from a long, tiring mission was rewarding in a way. Typically you were met with some good food, a few congratulations for completing it, and warm welcomes back to HQ.

Once you had a little something to eat and got freshened up, you went to find the person you’ve missed the most. Zanka.

You find him in his room, giving some care to the assistaff. Typical. He looks up when the door opens. You were the only person who ever had permission to just walk into Zanka’s room. He lets a small smile grace his face, watching you walk in. He missed you.

He tells you as such, always. You two sit down on the bed together, and he asks about the mission. After a little bit of conversation, you can’t help but get an idea as he talks to you. He misses the small glint of mischief in your eye as he goes on about recent events at HQ, such as Dear and Rudo’s ongoing sibling rivalry.

You smile, gently pushing his bangs out of the way. You kiss his forehead oh so sweetly, and the poor boy turns red. You can’t help but giggle at him, moving your hand to caress his cheek. “Zanka…” You chuckle, smiling up at him still.

All he manages is a huff, and a small “you- don’t-” before you’re waving him off, telling him not to be so flustered. “We’re only dating, Zanka. We kiss all the time…!” You try to reason, but Zanka can’t get rid of the hot feeling in his face.

soz if i’m doing this wrong i don’t post fanfic usually

contains : fluff, enjin being a stupid softie so maybe ooc i think this is just his secret side 😈 also #notproofread forgive me for any errors plz

After you and Enjin start dating, you end up sleeping over a lot. Whether that’s a safety thing, or a comfort thing…you’re not sure. All you know is that among being annoyingly handsome, and annoying in general, hes also annoyingly comfy.

The first time Enjin wakes up with you, your head on his chest, his heart does a flip. He hasn’t felt this way for anyone in a long, long time. Seeing you, skin soft and sunkissed by the rays peeking through the blinds…it tugged at his heart strings, to say the absolute least.

He won’t wake you. He’ll caress your face, run his hand gently, so so gently through your hair, just admiring you. He wonders how he got so lucky, how you even put up with him. How you trust him enough to be so so sweet and vulnerable with him.

When you finally do wake, he’ll pretend he wasn’t doing any of that sappy shit. He’ll greet you with a soft, “Morning, princess.” or something along those lines, smiling down at you as you stretch and yawn.