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Zanka takes it serious. Extremely serious—though, you did it to yourself. Maybe you ragebaited him a little.

“Go ahead and forfeit Zanka, we know our winner already,” you said with a playful roll of the eye. He’s a bit too competitive for his own good, immediately crossing his arms with a stubborn glint in his eye.

Truth is, you know he couldn’t ignore you. Even before the two of you became anything official, Nijiku was easily flustered by physical contact. And any. Had you leaned on his side for a second too long and you could practically see the steam shooting out of his ears and for the next hour!

And paired with a little compliment? He's a literal putty in your hands. So it won't take much for you to ‘win’ the bet—not that you actually care about it. You’d just like to toy with him :) 

After making the bet the two of you join the cleaners in the living room. Not before you place a peck on Zanka’s cheek, turning your head and entering the room as if nothing had happened. Like on cue, he turns that light but familiar hue of pink—lagging behind you as his mind catches up. 

You immediately make your way towards Rudo, dropping beside him without a care in the world. Zanka, on the other hand, feels like every step he takes is being watched by everyone in the room. His shoulders tense, eyes darting around making sure no one caught the way he almost tripped. Sweat beads at his hairline and he’s sure his cheeks are still red!

The rest of the day unfolded in tiny moments like this. Errand run? You’d let your hand linger on his beat too long while passing the bags. Mission? You didn’t leave before giving a rib crushing hug, head pressed into his chest as his heartbeat sped far past human limits. And every time, his face flushed, thoughts tangled, and stuttered harder than before. 

Just as you’re getting ready for bed, the door creaks open, slow enough to be intentional. Zanka, head held low like a puppy who’d just chewed his owner's shoes. Weakly scratching the back of his neck,  “you were right,” he chuckled softly. “Riyo just asked how long we’ve been datin’.”

Neither of you cared though—he’d happily be a stuttering mess if it meant he was your stuttering mess.

★ Lasted a day before getting caught !

Fu was confused at first—were you ashamed of him? Did he do something wrong?!?! Is he an embarrassment?! God he wishes Hii would do this for him! :(

He just barely gained the courage to tell you how he felt after Enjin coached him for hours, (despite “not caring for the kid”) did he already mess things up with you? His overthinking comes to a temporary halt when you assure him one hundred times over it’s just for fun. Even offering to call off the bet. But after realizing it’s just a fun game between the two of you, he agrees. He’d even go as far as saying he’s excited. This can’t be much different than playing a game of hide n seek with team child, right?

Wrong! Very, very wrong.

Although he always follows you around HQ and well…everywhere—now that he finally told you how he felt all he wanted to do was cuddle up around you. Feel the warmth of your hand, play with your hair, all of it! It was like his hand was itching to reach out for yours as he walked behind you.

Instead, he tries to act normal. But his stiff posture, uneven grin, eyes much too alert to be natural give it away instantly. Like he’s one second away from combusting. …although, it’s not too out of the ordinary for Fu. Nobody bats an eye the whole day.

Behind closed doors and the quiet breeze of the night, your soft giggles ease his pent up anxiety. “They were all totally clueless!!” You laugh, turning on your side to face Fu in your shared bed. With a gentle smile, you press your finger to his nose with a quick boop. “You’re actually crazy good at this.”  

That alone makes it all worth it. Before he knows it, a sheepish smile is creeping up on him.

The next two days he walked with a newfound confidence. Head held high and with the thought of you of course. That is until Enjin stops him. The blonde narrows his eyes before saying your name slowly and hesitantly–unsure if it's a statement or question.

Then… “So you finally popped the question, huh?”

Not too long after Fu finds himself dragging his feet towards your room, disappointed in himself for ruining your game—and embarrassed. Enjin gave another butt-load of relationship tips (despite Fu never seeing Enjin in a relationship himself…). And as he tried to make his escape Enjin gave a celebratory pat of the back that felt like it was intended for someone of Gris’ size. He swore he felt his soul leave his body. 

When he tells you, all you do is smile. “Bet’s over. And guess what? I’m still yours silly.” You pull him in, wrap your arms around his shoulders as he immediately melts into your touch. He thinks he’ll stick to games like hide and seek. 

You gave him a much needed back massage after this :P

★ makes it about half a week !

Enjin is an awfully contradictory man. For claiming to dislike children, he’s seemed to unofficially adopt quite a few.

Three kids who constantly have his whereabouts is gonna make it a tad bit difficult to make it out of this week unrevealed. He also claims to dislike clingy women, despite being a clingy man himself. Two variables not in your favor.

Forget a week. You’ll be lucky if you two make it a day!

Although, the adrenaline rush that comes with the risk of being caught has the two of you acting like sneaky teenagers. Frankly–Enjin doesn’t care whether he wins or loses. He does enjoy how you squirm and panic when you think someone's getting close.

The first few days were nothing but his little games like this and it was driving you utterly insane. Walking behind Zanka, his hand would find yours, casual and deliberate. He never looked at you when he did it—just that maddening smirk on his face.

On a mission you got nothing more than a scratch on your leg. Not enough to make you limp, not enough to scar, it didn’t even hurt. But the second he saw it, your feet lost contact with the ground. He picks you up—and bridal style. 

“Put me down!” You whisper-yell at him, looking around to make sure no one notices, “Rudo is gonna see!!!” Enjin rolls his eyes, nothing but that much-too-familiar grin plastered across his face. 

He carries you all the way to the car—thankfully, Rudo faces the opposite way. Completely oblivious to the flustered disaster behind him; you. Enjin swiftly sets you back on your feet casually, while you frantically fix your uniform like that’ll somehow un-flush your cheeks.

You’d managed to avoid getting caught by Zanka and Rudo. The real challenge? Riyo. It’s like the girl bypasses all of your senses! You’d once been laying with Enjin in the lounge. Head rested on his shoulder. Whatever nonsense on the TV slowly fading into the background. Eyes drooping. Almost asleep— “Heya guys!” She’d chimed casually, leaning against the back couch between the two of you. “Just grabbing snacks for me and Rudo, don’t mind me.” she hums, already skipping away.

You jump wide awake, quickly sitting upright with your hands at your sides. The loss of warmth has you wanting to lean back, but you refuse to lose this bet!! Enjin doesn’t move at all, just enjoys watching your soul leave your body. At the end of the week you don’t hold back on the gloating. Not after all that teasing he pulled. You’d earned it.  “I told you I’d win,” You laughed, pinching his cheek. “Even after you made it damn near impossible.” “Yeah, yeah, you got me.” He admitted with a sheepish smile, pulling you in for a hug.  “You won.”

He would never tell you that all three of the kids found out and told him. He’ll let you have your moment.

★ Made the whole week! (kind of?)

Tamsy has that lazy confidence that nobody else can pull off. He finds it endearing—the bet, and you. So, why not?

And if anyone has patience and control, it’s him. He’s been pulling soft strings behind the scenes, always swooping in to save you though he made the dilemma himself, and always, always shooing off men who look your way when you join him on his afternoon strolls through town. Unnoticed by you—that is. In his eyes he’s doing you a favor.  The first few days go as smoothly as ever. The two of you entertaining one another in a game of cat and mouse. Exchanging knowing glances during briefings, his hands brushing yours when passing you, blowing sneaky kisses across the room.

You were his long before you knew. So he wouldn’t mind waiting just as long if not longer to make it known to the world—not that it mattered so long as you were perfectly tangled in his meticulously weaved web :)  Though he did almost slip up once on the last day when the blonde Enjin threw a much too casual arm around your shoulder, pressing you into his side. Every chime of your soft laughter fueling his rampant thoughts of how to remove him from the equation, despite the lax smile on his face. 

Hell—he’d be taking out two birds with one stone! What better way to advance his plan with rudo, and strengthen his relationship with you. It’s something out of a dream; Rudo spiraling, training harder, pushing himself to the brink. Your guaranteed snot fest at the passing of your dearest friend. And him—right there, offering the softest shoulder and wiping the tears he helped create. He’ll save that thought for later.

It’s Sunday and the two of you are finally alone, finding yourself undeniably a tad bit disappointed he didn’t fall for any of your traps. When you finally ask him why, he simply chuckles at the pout on your face.

“You’re mine, dove.” He replies smoothly, tilting your chin up towards him. That soft but unreadable smile etched across his features. “And that’s all that matters.”

★ makes the full week !

a/n: i was surprised my preview post of this got sm attention so i hope this holds up to your guy's expectations :PP this is my first time writing for all of them besides zanka so prob ooc?!?!!?!? © solixiaa 2025 ꒱ ★ ᯓ -> to the masterlist

Zanka takes it serious. Extremely serious—though, you did it to yourself. Maybe you ragebaited him a little.

“Go ahead and forfeit Zanka, we know our winner already,” you said with a playful roll of the eye. He’s a bit too competitive for his own good, immediately crossing his arms with a stubborn glint in his eye.

Truth is, you know he couldn’t ignore you. Even before the two of you became anything official, Nijiku was easily flustered by physical contact. And any. Had you leaned on his side for a second too long and you could practically see the steam shooting out of his ears and for the next hour!

And paired with a little compliment? He's a literal putty in your hands. So it won't take much for you to ‘win’ the bet—not that you actually care about it. You’d just like to toy with him :) 

After making the bet the two of you join the cleaners in the living room. Not before you place a peck on Zanka’s cheek, turning your head and entering the room as if nothing had happened. Like on cue, he turns that light but familiar hue of pink—lagging behind you as his mind catches up. 

You immediately make your way towards Rudo, dropping beside him without a care in the world. Zanka, on the other hand, feels like every step he takes is being watched by everyone in the room. His shoulders tense, eyes darting around making sure no one caught the way he almost tripped. Sweat beads at his hairline and he’s sure his cheeks are still red!

The rest of the day unfolded in tiny moments like this. Errand run? You’d let your hand linger on his beat too long while passing the bags. Mission? You didn’t leave before giving a rib crushing hug, head pressed into his chest as his heartbeat sped far past human limits. And every time, his face flushed, thoughts tangled, and stuttered harder than before. 

Just as you’re getting ready for bed, the door creaks open, slow enough to be intentional. Zanka, head held low like a puppy who’d just chewed his owner's shoes. Weakly scratching the back of his neck,  “you were right,” he chuckled softly. “Riyo just asked how long we’ve been datin’.”

Neither of you cared though—he’d happily be a stuttering mess if it meant he was your stuttering mess.

★ Lasted a day before getting caught !

Fu was confused at first—were you ashamed of him? Did he do something wrong?!?! Is he an embarrassment?! God he wishes Hii would do this for him! :(

He just barely gained the courage to tell you how he felt after Enjin coached him for hours, (despite “not caring for the kid”) did he already mess things up with you? His overthinking comes to a temporary halt when you assure him one hundred times over it’s just for fun. Even offering to call off the bet. But after realizing it’s just a fun game between the two of you, he agrees. He’d even go as far as saying he’s excited. This can’t be much different than playing a game of hide n seek with team child, right?

Wrong! Very, very wrong.

Although he always follows you around HQ and well…everywhere—now that he finally told you how he felt all he wanted to do was cuddle up around you. Feel the warmth of your hand, play with your hair, all of it! It was like his hand was itching to reach out for yours as he walked behind you.

Instead, he tries to act normal. But his stiff posture, uneven grin, eyes much too alert to be natural give it away instantly. Like he’s one second away from combusting. …although, it’s not too out of the ordinary for Fu. Nobody bats an eye the whole day.

Behind closed doors and the quiet breeze of the night, your soft giggles ease his pent up anxiety. “They were all totally clueless!!” You laugh, turning on your side to face Fu in your shared bed. With a gentle smile, you press your finger to his nose with a quick boop. “You’re actually crazy good at this.”  

That alone makes it all worth it. Before he knows it, a sheepish smile is creeping up on him.

The next two days he walked with a newfound confidence. Head held high and with the thought of you of course. That is until Enjin stops him. The blonde narrows his eyes before saying your name slowly and hesitantly–unsure if it's a statement or question.

Then… “So you finally popped the question, huh?”

Not too long after Fu finds himself dragging his feet towards your room, disappointed in himself for ruining your game—and embarrassed. Enjin gave another butt-load of relationship tips (despite Fu never seeing Enjin in a relationship himself…). And as he tried to make his escape Enjin gave a celebratory pat of the back that felt like it was intended for someone of Gris’ size. He swore he felt his soul leave his body. 

When he tells you, all you do is smile. “Bet’s over. And guess what? I’m still yours silly.” You pull him in, wrap your arms around his shoulders as he immediately melts into your touch. He thinks he’ll stick to games like hide and seek. 

You gave him a much needed back massage after this :P

★ makes it about half a week !

Enjin is an awfully contradictory man. For claiming to dislike children, he’s seemed to unofficially adopt quite a few.

Three kids who constantly have his whereabouts is gonna make it a tad bit difficult to make it out of this week unrevealed. He also claims to dislike clingy women, despite being a clingy man himself. Two variables not in your favor.

Forget a week. You’ll be lucky if you two make it a day!

Although, the adrenaline rush that comes with the risk of being caught has the two of you acting like sneaky teenagers. Frankly–Enjin doesn’t care whether he wins or loses. He does enjoy how you squirm and panic when you think someone's getting close.

The first few days were nothing but his little games like this and it was driving you utterly insane. Walking behind Zanka, his hand would find yours, casual and deliberate. He never looked at you when he did it—just that maddening smirk on his face.

On a mission you got nothing more than a scratch on your leg. Not enough to make you limp, not enough to scar, it didn’t even hurt. But the second he saw it, your feet lost contact with the ground. He picks you up—and bridal style. 

“Put me down!” You whisper-yell at him, looking around to make sure no one notices, “Rudo is gonna see!!!” Enjin rolls his eyes, nothing but that much-too-familiar grin plastered across his face. 

He carries you all the way to the car—thankfully, Rudo faces the opposite way. Completely oblivious to the flustered disaster behind him; you. Enjin swiftly sets you back on your feet casually, while you frantically fix your uniform like that’ll somehow un-flush your cheeks.

You’d managed to avoid getting caught by Zanka and Rudo. The real challenge? Riyo. It’s like the girl bypasses all of your senses! You’d once been laying with Enjin in the lounge. Head rested on his shoulder. Whatever nonsense on the TV slowly fading into the background. Eyes drooping. Almost asleep— “Heya guys!” She’d chimed casually, leaning against the back couch between the two of you. “Just grabbing snacks for me and Rudo, don’t mind me.” she hums, already skipping away.

You jump wide awake, quickly sitting upright with your hands at your sides. The loss of warmth has you wanting to lean back, but you refuse to lose this bet!! Enjin doesn’t move at all, just enjoys watching your soul leave your body. At the end of the week you don’t hold back on the gloating. Not after all that teasing he pulled. You’d earned it.  “I told you I’d win,” You laughed, pinching his cheek. “Even after you made it damn near impossible.” “Yeah, yeah, you got me.” He admitted with a sheepish smile, pulling you in for a hug.  “You won.”

He would never tell you that all three of the kids found out and told him. He’ll let you have your moment.

★ Made the whole week! (kind of?)

Tamsy has that lazy confidence that nobody else can pull off. He finds it endearing—the bet, and you. So, why not?

And if anyone has patience and control, it’s him. He’s been pulling soft strings behind the scenes, always swooping in to save you though he made the dilemma himself, and always, always shooing off men who look your way when you join him on his afternoon strolls through town. Unnoticed by you—that is. In his eyes he’s doing you a favor.  The first few days go as smoothly as ever. The two of you entertaining one another in a game of cat and mouse. Exchanging knowing glances during briefings, his hands brushing yours when passing you, blowing sneaky kisses across the room.

You were his long before you knew. So he wouldn’t mind waiting just as long if not longer to make it known to the world—not that it mattered so long as you were perfectly tangled in his meticulously weaved web :)  Though he did almost slip up once on the last day when the blonde Enjin threw a much too casual arm around your shoulder, pressing you into his side. Every chime of your soft laughter fueling his rampant thoughts of how to remove him from the equation, despite the lax smile on his face. 

Hell—he’d be taking out two birds with one stone! What better way to advance his plan with rudo, and strengthen his relationship with you. It’s something out of a dream; Rudo spiraling, training harder, pushing himself to the brink. Your guaranteed snot fest at the passing of your dearest friend. And him—right there, offering the softest shoulder and wiping the tears he helped create. He’ll save that thought for later.

It’s Sunday and the two of you are finally alone, finding yourself undeniably a tad bit disappointed he didn’t fall for any of your traps. When you finally ask him why, he simply chuckles at the pout on your face.

“You’re mine, dove.” He replies smoothly, tilting your chin up towards him. That soft but unreadable smile etched across his features. “And that’s all that matters.”

★ makes the full week !

a/n: i was surprised my preview post of this got sm attention so i hope this holds up to your guy's expectations :PP this is my first time writing for all of them besides zanka so prob ooc?!?!!?!? © solixiaa 2025 ꒱ ★ ᯓ -> to the masterlist

Zanka takes it serious. Extremely serious—though, you did it to yourself. Maybe you ragebaited him a little.

“Go ahead and forfeit Zanka, we know our winner already,” you said with a playful roll of the eye. He’s a bit too competitive for his own good, immediately crossing his arms with a stubborn glint in his eye.

Truth is, you know he couldn’t ignore you. Even before the two of you became anything official, Nijiku was easily flustered by physical contact. And any. Had you leaned on his side for a second too long and you could practically see the steam shooting out of his ears and for the next hour!

And paired with a little compliment? He's a literal putty in your hands. So it won't take much for you to ‘win’ the bet—not that you actually care about it. You’d just like to toy with him :) 

After making the bet the two of you join the cleaners in the living room. Not before you place a peck on Zanka’s cheek, turning your head and entering the room as if nothing had happened. Like on cue, he turns that light but familiar hue of pink—lagging behind you as his mind catches up. 

You immediately make your way towards Rudo, dropping beside him without a care in the world. Zanka, on the other hand, feels like every step he takes is being watched by everyone in the room. His shoulders tense, eyes darting around making sure no one caught the way he almost tripped. Sweat beads at his hairline and he’s sure his cheeks are still red!

The rest of the day unfolded in tiny moments like this. Errand run? You’d let your hand linger on his beat too long while passing the bags. Mission? You didn’t leave before giving a rib crushing hug, head pressed into his chest as his heartbeat sped far past human limits. And every time, his face flushed, thoughts tangled, and stuttered harder than before. 

Just as you’re getting ready for bed, the door creaks open, slow enough to be intentional. Zanka, head held low like a puppy who’d just chewed his owner's shoes. Weakly scratching the back of his neck,  “you were right,” he chuckled softly. “Riyo just asked how long we’ve been datin’.”

Neither of you cared though—he’d happily be a stuttering mess if it meant he was your stuttering mess.

★ Lasted a day before getting caught !

Fu was confused at first—were you ashamed of him? Did he do something wrong?!?! Is he an embarrassment?! God he wishes Hii would do this for him! :(

He just barely gained the courage to tell you how he felt after Enjin coached him for hours, (despite “not caring for the kid”) did he already mess things up with you? His overthinking comes to a temporary halt when you assure him one hundred times over it’s just for fun. Even offering to call off the bet. But after realizing it’s just a fun game between the two of you, he agrees. He’d even go as far as saying he’s excited. This can’t be much different than playing a game of hide n seek with team child, right?

Wrong! Very, very wrong.

Although he always follows you around HQ and well…everywhere—now that he finally told you how he felt all he wanted to do was cuddle up around you. Feel the warmth of your hand, play with your hair, all of it! It was like his hand was itching to reach out for yours as he walked behind you.

Instead, he tries to act normal. But his stiff posture, uneven grin, eyes much too alert to be natural give it away instantly. Like he’s one second away from combusting. …although, it’s not too out of the ordinary for Fu. Nobody bats an eye the whole day.

Behind closed doors and the quiet breeze of the night, your soft giggles ease his pent up anxiety. “They were all totally clueless!!” You laugh, turning on your side to face Fu in your shared bed. With a gentle smile, you press your finger to his nose with a quick boop. “You’re actually crazy good at this.”  

That alone makes it all worth it. Before he knows it, a sheepish smile is creeping up on him.

The next two days he walked with a newfound confidence. Head held high and with the thought of you of course. That is until Enjin stops him. The blonde narrows his eyes before saying your name slowly and hesitantly–unsure if it's a statement or question.

Then… “So you finally popped the question, huh?”

Not too long after Fu finds himself dragging his feet towards your room, disappointed in himself for ruining your game—and embarrassed. Enjin gave another butt-load of relationship tips (despite Fu never seeing Enjin in a relationship himself…). And as he tried to make his escape Enjin gave a celebratory pat of the back that felt like it was intended for someone of Gris’ size. He swore he felt his soul leave his body. 

When he tells you, all you do is smile. “Bet’s over. And guess what? I’m still yours silly.” You pull him in, wrap your arms around his shoulders as he immediately melts into your touch. He thinks he’ll stick to games like hide and seek. 

You gave him a much needed back massage after this :P

★ makes it about half a week !

Enjin is an awfully contradictory man. For claiming to dislike children, he’s seemed to unofficially adopt quite a few.

Three kids who constantly have his whereabouts is gonna make it a tad bit difficult to make it out of this week unrevealed. He also claims to dislike clingy women, despite being a clingy man himself. Two variables not in your favor.

Forget a week. You’ll be lucky if you two make it a day!

Although, the adrenaline rush that comes with the risk of being caught has the two of you acting like sneaky teenagers. Frankly–Enjin doesn’t care whether he wins or loses. He does enjoy how you squirm and panic when you think someone's getting close.

The first few days were nothing but his little games like this and it was driving you utterly insane. Walking behind Zanka, his hand would find yours, casual and deliberate. He never looked at you when he did it—just that maddening smirk on his face.

On a mission you got nothing more than a scratch on your leg. Not enough to make you limp, not enough to scar, it didn’t even hurt. But the second he saw it, your feet lost contact with the ground. He picks you up—and bridal style. 

“Put me down!” You whisper-yell at him, looking around to make sure no one notices, “Rudo is gonna see!!!” Enjin rolls his eyes, nothing but that much-too-familiar grin plastered across his face. 

He carries you all the way to the car—thankfully, Rudo faces the opposite way. Completely oblivious to the flustered disaster behind him; you. Enjin swiftly sets you back on your feet casually, while you frantically fix your uniform like that’ll somehow un-flush your cheeks.

You’d managed to avoid getting caught by Zanka and Rudo. The real challenge? Riyo. It’s like the girl bypasses all of your senses! You’d once been laying with Enjin in the lounge. Head rested on his shoulder. Whatever nonsense on the TV slowly fading into the background. Eyes drooping. Almost asleep— “Heya guys!” She’d chimed casually, leaning against the back couch between the two of you. “Just grabbing snacks for me and Rudo, don’t mind me.” she hums, already skipping away.

You jump wide awake, quickly sitting upright with your hands at your sides. The loss of warmth has you wanting to lean back, but you refuse to lose this bet!! Enjin doesn’t move at all, just enjoys watching your soul leave your body. At the end of the week you don’t hold back on the gloating. Not after all that teasing he pulled. You’d earned it.  “I told you I’d win,” You laughed, pinching his cheek. “Even after you made it damn near impossible.” “Yeah, yeah, you got me.” He admitted with a sheepish smile, pulling you in for a hug.  “You won.”

He would never tell you that all three of the kids found out and told him. He’ll let you have your moment.

★ Made the whole week! (kind of?)

Tamsy has that lazy confidence that nobody else can pull off. He finds it endearing—the bet, and you. So, why not?

And if anyone has patience and control, it’s him. He’s been pulling soft strings behind the scenes, always swooping in to save you though he made the dilemma himself, and always, always shooing off men who look your way when you join him on his afternoon strolls through town. Unnoticed by you—that is. In his eyes he’s doing you a favor.  The first few days go as smoothly as ever. The two of you entertaining one another in a game of cat and mouse. Exchanging knowing glances during briefings, his hands brushing yours when passing you, blowing sneaky kisses across the room.

You were his long before you knew. So he wouldn’t mind waiting just as long if not longer to make it known to the world—not that it mattered so long as you were perfectly tangled in his meticulously weaved web :)  Though he did almost slip up once on the last day when the blonde Enjin threw a much too casual arm around your shoulder, pressing you into his side. Every chime of your soft laughter fueling his rampant thoughts of how to remove him from the equation, despite the lax smile on his face. 

Hell—he’d be taking out two birds with one stone! What better way to advance his plan with rudo, and strengthen his relationship with you. It’s something out of a dream; Rudo spiraling, training harder, pushing himself to the brink. Your guaranteed snot fest at the passing of your dearest friend. And him—right there, offering the softest shoulder and wiping the tears he helped create. He’ll save that thought for later.

It’s Sunday and the two of you are finally alone, finding yourself undeniably a tad bit disappointed he didn’t fall for any of your traps. When you finally ask him why, he simply chuckles at the pout on your face.

“You’re mine, dove.” He replies smoothly, tilting your chin up towards him. That soft but unreadable smile etched across his features. “And that’s all that matters.”

★ makes the full week !

a/n: i was surprised my preview post of this got sm attention so i hope this holds up to your guy's expectations :PP this is my first time writing for all of them besides zanka so prob ooc?!?!!?!? © solixiaa 2025 ꒱ ★ ᯓ -> to the masterlist

Zanka

Zanka is very vocal about disliking you.

“You’ve got a nasty attitude,” he snaps once.

You smirk as you retort, “And you’ve got a fragile ego.”

Perfect enemies. Loud. Constantly at each other’s throats.

So when Zanka sees you at the formal event, his brain refuses to cooperate.

He stops walking. Stares. Looks away.

Looks back again just to be sure.

There’s no way that’s you. You’re dressed up, composed, devastatingly confident. The kind of presence that makes his chest feel tight and his palms sweat.

She’s doing this on purpose, he thinks. She’s trying to mess with me.

You walk up to him and immediately prove it.

“Wow,” you say, glancing him over with a casual tilt of your head, “You clean up… well enough.”

His face goes bright red. “D-DON’T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“LIKE- LIKE YOU LOOK LIKE THAT!”

He turns away, arms crossed, fuming. “That outfit doesn’t suit you. Don’t wear it again.”

He manages to dodge the punch you throw his way-

The problem is, he can’t stop looking. Every time you laugh, every time you smile at someone else, his stomach twists in a way he hates.

By the end of the night, he’s pacing in circles, muttering under his breath.

“She’s annoying. She’s rude. She’s… why did she smile at me like that?...”

From that point on, Zanka is doomed.

Extra reactive. Extra jealous. Extra flustered every time you tease him.

He still insists he hates you.

But his heart disagrees.

Rudo

Rudo keeps his distance from you. You’re blunt, sometimes mean, and he’s already used to people looking down on him.

It’s easier not to care.

So when he sees you dressed up, his body reacts before his mind does.

He freezes.

You look… different. Calm. Dazzling. Beautiful in a way that makes his chest ache. For a second, he doesn’t recognize you at all.

Then you speak.

“What are you staring at?”

His eyes widen. He immediately looks down. “S-Sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

His heart won’t slow down. He hates that. Hates how aware he suddenly is of you standing there, of how close you are, of how much he wants to look again.

Dammit why did he want to look at you again-

You scoff lightly. “Relax. It’s not that serious.”

But it is to him.

The rest of the night, Rudo steals glances when he thinks you’re not looking.

He wonders when you became someone capable of making him feel like this.

Or if you always were, and he just never let himself see it.

After that, he’s quieter around you. Gentler. Still guarded, still awkward, but something has shifted.

When your eyes meet now, there’s confusion there. And something warm.

Something he doesn’t know what to do with.

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Zanka

Zanka is not prepared for the way you look at him when he comes back.

He’s mid-sentence, bragging a little, when he notices your stare.

There is something a little…weird about how you were gazing at him- your eyes dark and a little predatory.

“…Why’re you lookin’ at me like that?”

You tackle him into a hug before he can finish, your face buried in the crook of his neck.

He laughs—big, loud and a little surprised —until you mutter,

“You were gone too long.”

That shuts him up. He feels a warmth erupt inside him filling him up completely as his breath hitches.

“Doll…”, he murmurs, his hand gently trying to pry you off to look into your eyes.

His ears burn when you don’t pull away right away.

You cling on. Fingers fisted in his clothes. Absolutely no shame.

He pretends to be cool about it, but he’s internally screaming. This was difficult…oh so difficult…

His hands wrap around your waist, steadying you as he leans his forehead against yours, eyes locking into yours.

“Y’know, if you keep this up, I’m not gonna be responsible for what happens next.”

He missed you too—just didn’t realize how bad until you’re right there.

Ends up holding you all night, in more ways than one.

Jabber

Jabber notices immediately.

The way you don’t greet him—just circle closer. Head tilted. Smile sharp. A slight flush on your cheeks.

“You look like you’re about to bite.”

You say, very calmly, “I might.”

He laughs. Loud. Delighted.

Absolutely lets you get in his space.

He encourages it, even. Tilts his head down just enough.

“Go on. I don’t mind.”

The tension is insane. Electric. Teeth-gritting.

He missed you too—but in that obsessive, coiled way.

Hands hover near your waist, not touching. Testing. Teasing.

If you grab him first, he’s thrilled. “Miss me that bad?”

The answer is obvious from the way you basically melt into him.

His grin morphs into something more animalistic and feral as your eyes lock into his…finding nothing but want in them.

“Jeez… I guess I gotta help you with that…”, he mumbles into your hair, inhaling your scent deeply.

Shuddering, you nod, taking his hand in yours and walking back to where hopefully, you could show him just how much you missed him.

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Rengoku

Rengoku is your biggest fan, no contest. He listens with bright eyes and a proud smile like you’re performing just for him.

The moment you start singing, he stops whatever he’s doing and gives you his full attention. “YOUR VOICE IS WONDERFUL!”

He loves when you sing cheerfully, but he’s surprisingly gentle when you sing something soft or emotional.

If you ever feel shy about your singing, he immediately shuts that down with enthusiastic reassurance.

He claps loudly when you finish, even if it was just a quiet hum. Every performance deserves applause!

Rengoku encourages you to sing often — while cooking, training, walking together. Life is better with music!

He sometimes hums along… not very well, but with pure joy.

In moments of rest, he listens in silence, eyes closed, committing the sound of your voice to memory like it’s fuel for his soul.

Shinobu

Shinobu finds your singing fascinating. She notices details — your range, your breath control, the emotion behind certain notes.

She often asks you to sing while she works in the infirmary. She claims it helps her focus… but really, it soothes her.

Your voice melts the tension she constantly carries beneath her smile.

If you sing something melancholic, Shinobu goes quiet, listening with an expression far more honest than her usual teasing demeanor.

She gently teases you afterward, but always follows it with genuine praise.

Sometimes she asks you to sing just for her in the evenings, offering tea and a calm atmosphere.

Your singing becomes something intimate between you — a space where she doesn’t have to perform strength or sarcasm.

When you’re tired or upset, she hums back to you softly, matching your tone. It’s her way of saying I hear you.

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