#nijiku

Pairing: zanka nijiku x reader

Genre: smut

Summary: your normally baggy uniform gets torn up during a mission, the new tight uniform given to you by august makes zanka tweak.

Wc: 780

A/n: thank u all for the requests, ill be working on them now. I have the shows i write about pinned if you want to request anything not gachiakuta.

Pt 2 here. Pt3 here.

The mission had been a standard cleanup run—nothing too out of the ordinary for the cleaners. You and Zanka Nijiku had been paired up again, sweeping through the abandoned sector where a particularly aggressive trashbeast had taken root. The thing was all jagged metal and whipping cables, and in the chaos of dodging its strikes, one of its razor-sharp appendages had caught you across the torso and thigh. Your baggy uniform—standard issue, loose enough to hide every curve you possessed—ripped open like paper. Fabric shredded, exposing skin and the edge of your underclothes before you could even curse.

Zanka had finished the beast off with his usual ruthless efficiency, then hauled you back to base without a word about the damage. His face stayed impassive the whole time, but you’d caught him glancing at the torn edges more than once.

And the way Zanka said it, it was clear she had the potential, she was a likely candidate, so what kept her from it and how did she face that? How did she still become the head of the Hell Guard? He didn't even mention Goka, nothing like following his footsteps despite them all being Nijiku. So what kept Goka from reaching it?

Why do they sneer at Zanka when they couldnt do it either? Did they even realize he was suicidal? Did they notice he was gone for 3 days? Did they wonder if he ate? Were they worried at all?

Zanka Nijiku layout !!

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A/n: i am on a roll,and i was listening to heavy metal lover from lady gaga

I could be your girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl But would you love me if I ruled the world, world, world?

That just tickles me brain

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The dim lanterns of the Hell Guard headquarters threw long shadows across the polished wooden floor. Goka stood tall near the armory, his broad shoulders taut beneath the layered armor of his uniform. Even with the straw hat shading his sharp gaze, the aura of authority and quiet intensity was unmistakable. He was aloof, untouchable, the kind of man who commanded respect just by existing in a room.

And you… you couldn’t resist.

Slipping up behind him, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing close enough to feel the solid heat of his back through the dark fabric of his robe. “Goka,” you murmured, voice low, teasing. “You’ve been ignoring me all day. You know I don’t take no for an answer.”

He didn’t turn. His hands rested calmly at his sides, fingers brushing the hilt of his katana, unmoved. “I am busy,” he said bluntly, the edge of discipline in his tone. you moved to face him.

You giggled, tilting your head to brush a kiss against his temple. “Busy doesn’t mean you’re too busy for me. I could be your girl…if you just let me....” The words dripped with mischief and desire, a chant meant just for him.

''well...i am yours,you just dont accept it yet'' you sid,resting you head on his chestplates.

Goka’s jaw clenched slightly. He didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away, but the tiniest crease appeared between his brows. That was enough encouragement. Your fingers traced along the armored plates of his shoulders, the contrast of metal and skin thrilling against your touch.

“You like to play hard to get,” you whispered, eyes locking with his in the reflection of the polished floor. “Tall, broad, strong… stoic and serious. It’s a little unfair, you know. You make it too easy for me to want you.”

Finally, he shifted, a subtle movement that brought his hand just a hair closer to your waist. Still, his expression remained impassive, unreadable, like a statue of some noble samurai… but the air around him throbbed with tension, and you felt it all the way down to your fingertips.

“You’re persistent,” he said, voice low, authoritative, yet unguarded enough to let a hint of acknowledgment slip through. “I will not be… distracted.”

“Good,” you breathed, pressing closer, letting your lips brush his neck. “Because I don’t give up easily. You’ll be mine, Goka. Eventually… you’ll see. Your stoic, strong, aloof self… I want all of it.”

He pushed you away and walked away

you smriked and looked at him ''you will be mine.....'' you said softly...

The room was silent except for the soft rustle of your clothing against his armor. And though he still wore his stern mask, the tension in his posture betrayed a small, almost imperceptible crack, the first hint that your relentless pursuit might just be getting under his guarded shell.

The mission was over. The battlefield was quiet, dust settling in the shadows of the ruined temple. Goka leaned against the railing, folded arms as he had his eyes closed.

You, on the other hand, had other priorities. Walking to him as he had his eyes closed, you wrapped your arms around his neck,pressing your chest lightly against his back. “Goka,” you purred, voice soft but insistent. “You’re so tense all the time… don’t you need a break?”

He didn’t flinch, didn’t even glance at you, his eyes still closed. “I’m fine,” he said bluntly, tone clipped. “You shouldn’t distract me.”

But you weren’t about to let a simple reprimand deter you. Pressing closer, you nuzzled at his neck, brushing your lips along the adam apple “I’m not distracting you. I’m… helping,” you whispered, teasing. “You work so hard, don’t you want a reward?”

Goka’s hand grips his sleeves as he let out a low, controlled sigh, and for a fraction of a second as he opens his eyes“Rewards… are a luxury I can’t afford,” he muttered, voice rough but tight.

Your fingers trailed down his chest plate, lightly grazing the armor, trying to provoke even the tiniest reaction. “Luxury, huh? That’s funny… because I feel like I’m the only one who makes life feel… a little less… heavy.”

He finally turned slightly, his sharp eyes catching yours, the faintest crease forming in his brow. “You… are persistent,” he said, almost reluctantly. “And insufferable.”

You grinned, pressing closer, letting your lips brush his ear as you whispered, “Good. You wouldn’t want me to stop, would you?”

Goka’s hand unfolded,not exactly yielding, but not pushing you away either. His silence was heavy, but it was a different kind of attention,a recognition that maybe… just maybe… you were worth the distraction.

You smirked, feeling the warmth of victory. Sometimes, even the hardest of hearts could bend… if only slightly.

''Come on......'' you said.

He sighed

anyway, the fun really starts when it turns out Jabber being there....brings Zanka home. and it brings up a lot for everyone. not like living there but coming there, fighting Jabber, eventually just hanging out with him, etc

Zanka's hurt and once again demeaning himself because they accepted Jabber? but ofc they did (they havent) he's super strong. and depending on how they are at this point, maybe an extra layer of, Jabber chose to work with you guys and not the cleaners (me)?

meanwhile the siblings are like. This is what it to took? we weren't enough to bring you home but he was???

Jabber, is in fact, mostly vibing and rage baiting (and being the Janka Edition of Boyfriend Material, which...may not be what anyone else would see on the outside lmaoo) and also completely ignoring any romantic overtures because Reasons™️ (the reason is the emotional equivalent to putting his hands over his ears and going LALALALA really loudly. he's fairly perceptive but I think he would downplay any emotional intensity that isn't like. overtly positive or related to things that are superficial. also imagining him pursuing zanka initially and then zanka having to pursue him once shit got real)