᪤ zanka nijiku x reader ╱ he’s just the cutest, isn’t he?
his eyes gleam with want as you pull away from his spit covered lips, a string of saliva still connecting the two of you. his palms linger on your cheeks as he tries to go back in for a kiss—needy for more as always.
you glance down to his lips and then back to his eyes, you notice his extremely flushed face—rosy cheeks, coral lips, the bottom one hanging agape. you bring your hand to his cheek and swipe your thumb over the heat blooming across his skin.
“zanka, you’re so cute when you blush.” your voice is barely above a whisper. you place a kiss to his cheek, and then to the other side. this makes zanka 10 times more flustered, he can barely contain the smile that’s now growing over his lips. he tries to suppress the muscles, but they persist.
“i ain’t cute,” he says, dropping his hands from your face and moving his head to the side to try and hide his very obvious blush. “and i ain’t blushin’.”
you laugh at his shyness, using your hands that were still cupping his cheeks to maneuver his head back to face you. you succeed and place a peck to his nose this time, your own unrestrained smile hung over your lips. “liar.”
you laugh once more at him, no malicious intent behind the action. zanka looks down into your lap and whispering, embarrassed, “shut up…”
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ⓘ zanka nijiku x reader. this is a wee bit suggestive…
you and zanka barely ever got a chance to be alone, partly your fault. you often like to make him chase you around hq as a sort of game, to put it mildly. some days you would spy on him from the corner of a wall, peaking over the edge just enough to see his frustrated face and clenched fists. for the most part he’s quite calm about it, but other times, not so much. you would say it depended on the day, and on how long you chose to tease him.
the other part was that you two were parts of different teams; going out together was a rare occurrence. so, days off, and the coincidence of being at cleaners hq at the same time, were the only moments you two spend together.
like today, a serendipitous day off, and of course it would be no fun if you didn’t make it a challenge for him to track you down, only to find you in his room. absurd, he thought—when he found you laying on your stomach, legs kicking in the air, doing what seemed like picking at your nails, perhaps, on his bed.
and now, he kissed and nipped at the soft skin of your neck, darting his tongue out to swipe it over your pulse. and his hands were wondering far more than they usually would.
you knew he was already flustered, why not make it worse, you thought. as zanka detached his lips from you neck to bring them back to your lips, you’re quick to kiss his neck like he did yours—just with much more calculation. slow, gentle, and all too passionate. you move up to his jaw, leaving saliva in your wake as you move up to the side of your face, close to his ear.
and then you stop, letting your mouth linger open to whisper something provocative into his ear. “are you sure…zanka?” you say, with a smug grin.
his name his hits his ears like a sneak attack from a trash beast. a rose-coloured blush blooms in his cheeks, and he drops his forehead to lean against your shoulder, completely whipped by the sound of your tingling whispering in his ear, and by the way your lips just barely brushed against the frail skin.
zanka swallows, hard. and quietly whispers back to you. “do ya have’ta say it like that…” it only makes you smile harder.
obviously fawning!zanka nijiku x oblivious!reader ╱ he’s been ignoring you since your last encounter, and you can’t seem to figure out why… read part one here!
“why are you ignoring me?”
you had seen zanka sitting all alone in the common room. just like you had been a week ago when zanka looked like he wanted to tell you something but couldn’t spit it out. that was also the last time you talked to him. you tried, many times, to talk to him, but he just kept on avoiding you, even when you would call his name out in front of a few too many people, all he would do is ignore you.
you really hated this feeling you had. your chest was all tight and your mind wouldn’t leave you alone; had you don’t something wrong? had you hurt his feelings? so many questions that only he could answer.
zanka looks up at you from where he sat, looking around like he wasn’t aware that he was the only person in here. “me?”
you roll your eyes at him. “yes, you.”
you fold your arms over your chest waiting for him to say something, anything. he looks around again, almost looking for someone to excuse him out of the confrontation. “‘am not ignoring you…just haven’t had time to talk to ya…”
you hear how he’s trying to sound sincere but it’s clearly fake, he’s too unsure in his words. “you’re lying, you’ve been avoiding me like i’m some kind of plague,” you drop your arms back to your sides, not wasting a second on his bullshit excuse of a reason.
“have not.”
“have so.”
“not.”
“did i do something wrong?” you say, and your voice comes out way more upset than you realized it would. and zanka clearly noticed because his body stiffened and he stopped avoiding your gaze. “if i did i’m sorry.”
he sighs, “it’s not that.”
“what is it then?”
“just…i can’t say.”
you make a noise of frustration, you do not have a single clue of what it could be. and zanka himself is not of any help. “why?” you question. you hadn’t noticed but you began picking at your nails. “i’m your friend, zanka, i want you to be able to talk to me about things.” you hold his gaze, and you think you might start crying.
“it ain’t that easy,” he looks of to the side again and then back up to your face. there’s a look of what you assume is guilt. you think that maybe it really isn’t as easy as you thought it was, but why?
“it isn’t?” you ask, you voice just above a whisper.
“it just ain’t,” he says.
an awkward silence settled itself between the two of you. it was a silence you had never felt before, especially not with zanka. out of nowhere he breaks the silence and stands up from the couch, grabbing his lovely assistaff and making his way to the door. “i’m sorry i have to go.”
“okay, bye..” you voice is not your own, it doesn’t feel right. zanka was already out the door before you could even open your mouth to mutter your pathetic goodbye. you’re glad he didn’t hear you, you think he might’ve pitied you if he did. and that made you more rageful than ever before.
𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐔 x reader. synopsis : your love for zanka is unconditional, even if he doesn’t always understand why. wc : 0.8k. requested.
“i love you, zanka…” you whisper into his ear, lips barely brushing the skin on the side of his face, just in front of the ear. it makes his nose scrunch at the tickling sensation, and his own lips part to say something.
“i love ya, too.” his words are much louder than yours.
“i really mean it,” you reassure him, even though he probably already knows that you do mean it, more than anything in this rotten world. you slowly and softly place a kiss to his temple, and then another on to his cheek. your palm holding the other side of his face so he doesn’t move his head too much. “i don’t know what i would do without you.”
your words come out breathless, and more like a confession than something that’s meant to be reassuring. zanka chuckles, smiling gently at what you said. “y’re capable of livin’ without me, ya don’t need me.”
heat blooms through your cheeks, “yeah, i do.”
your lips movie in slow motion against his skin, leaving a trail of pecks as you move down to his neck. “ever since i met you,” you pause, tongue dragging over his pulse, feeling it speed up beneath the muscle. “my life has changed so much. if things were to go back to the way they used to be, i probably wouldn’t be able to handle it.”
as silly as it is to say; zanka is the other half of you, a soulmate, maybe, or something beyond human comprehension. something that is so sacred it scalds the hands that touch it, blinds that eyes that see it, and deafens the ears that listen.
there isn’t a single thing you wouldn’t do for him, whether it’s to protect or to give. you’re his and he’s yours. for eternity. you will devote your whole body and mind for him, and he would do so for you, if he ever had to.
there is a stir of butterflies in zankas chest, a tight, overbearing feeling paired with a smile and a blush that burns too hot across his face. his voice is now a whisper when he speaks, like it’s only for you to hear and no one more. “y’re strong, y’can handle anythin’.”
you nip at his neck and earn a small yelp from him and speak, unsure of your own voice. “how do you know that?” your words are small and untrustworthy of themselves, like they are too afraid of the reality that lurks behind them.
zanka chuckles. “‘cause i know ya, and what y’re capable of.” he brings his hand to your thigh that rests over his lap, and smooths it up and down. reassuring you this time.
a smile spreads over your face, and you move to kiss along the line of his jaw. “i’m happy that you believe in me as much as you do.”
there’s a long pause before you say what you want. it’s not an easy topic to bring up, but it hurts to see zanka speak of his strength the way he does. it pains you to see him say that he’s not good enough, because he is. if not for anyone, then for you he is—more than enough.
you wonder if he even realizes what those words sound like when they leave his mouth. if he knows how carelessly he handles something you hold so dear.
“you should have that for yourself, as well…” you say quietly, as you pull away from him and look down at his hand that was atop of your thigh. you place your own palm against his hand and pick it up, cradling it in your palms drawing small circles into the bone with your thumbs.
you hear silence. and feel a certain gaze on you as you’re hyper focused on the task at hand—literally. he doesn’t say anything an you don’t think he plans to. there’s a few different things you could say; “you’re good enough”, “you don’t have to constantly put yourself down to get stronger”, but they all feel too wrong for some reason.
your fingers stop and you look up at him, finally deciding to meet his eyes. his face makes you pity and you feel your eyes brim with tears. oh zanka, you think. you bring his hand to your lips and kiss the soft skin, tears falling onto it.
“you’re strong too, zanka,” you finally say. “and i know you like to believe you’re not, and that you could be stronger…” a few more tears fall pooling at your chin. “but i think you’re the strongest person i know.” you give him a velvet smile, one that’s only reserved for him and kiss his hand once more.
he looks at you and quietly exhales, making the same face you just had a few moments before, tears also threaten to slip. “don’t joke.”
you tilt your head to the side. “i’m not, not to you, ever.”
zanka lifts his hand out of your weak grasp and moves it to cup your cheek, thumb swiping your tear stained skin. he kisses you, it’s as soft and as sweet as ever. you pull away, not too far, noses still touching. “i told you i love you, and i mean that with my whole being.”
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᪤ zanka nijiku x reader ╱ zanka would rather die than confess his feelings for you. unfortunately, instagram does it for him. tags : smau, modern au, stalkerish zanka. requested!
you didn’t know this before, and you weren’t supposed to know about it at all. but zanka has been scrolling through your instagram page for the past 10 minutes and staring at every post you’ve ever posted, and clicking through every highlights you have saved.
it’s quite shameful and pathetic, if zanka were to be honest with himself. instead of actually making any type of effort on his feelings for you, he’s been stalking you all across your socials, and practically stalking you in person (it was more staring at you from a far as you talk to your friends, and also spending time in the cafe you like to go to to study. and also asking riyo every possible thing he might want to know about you).
and yes, he’s very aware that if he were to go and actually talk to you, you would gladly tell him all this after time well spent. but he just can’t bring himself to do such thing.
zanka is a hardworker, on top of everything. he works hard towards his goals and the things he wants. so him doing all that he did to know you better is a part of his goal; which is to see if you harbour the same feeling he does for you.
and obviously—all of this is strictly in secret from you.
there’s a big bright smile hung over his lips, and his face is steaming hot. not a single worry floating aboard his mind. until, all came crashing down when he accidentally double tapped on a post from all the way back in 2019.
he swallowed a basketball sized clump that was stuck in his throat, there was sweat already falling down his face, and the hairs on his neck stood tall as oak trees. an expression only described as mortified painted itself on his face. and he stared at his phone like it had just published his entire search history. he’s going to scream. he’s basically screaming already.
and when he thought things couldn’t get worse, they did. you sent him a message.
zanka can’t tell if he should be happy or embarrassed. or both.
ⓘ zanka nijiku x reader. synopsis : what a beautiful day at the beach, what could possibly go wrong…? note : this is lowkey halfassed im sorry and also not proofread and also very ooc i think. wc : 1.2k
rays of sunshine kissed your skin, you laid brisk under the light with a hand over your eyes and the other one over where you bellybutton was. grains of sand still stuck in between your toes from when you soaked them beneath the covers of lukewarm sea water. the droplets have long dried now only the memory of them left.
on a hot day as such it’s always nice to take a dip in the water, zanka had told you. he was rather excited to get into the water, days before even. you on the other hand wanted to take your time, sunbath for some time before you actually got into the water.
it hasn’t even been 5 whole minutes since zanka left to get into the water, you just laid on the long beach towel, letting the sun scald you skin, and the light wind cool it. then, you felt small droplets of chilled water make contact with your skin. at first, you thought it was just some kid soaked from the sea running past you just for a mare second. but then, more droplets dripped onto your bare skin, that’s when you decided to open your eyes and see what or who it was.
you removed the arm that laid slack over your eyes and used it as a shield from the sun. and to no surprise it was zanka that was standing before you, drenched in salty water. it dripped from the ends of his now darkened hair, the tips of his fingers, down his bare chest and stomach and from his swimming trunks. his eyes were squinted due to the rays of sunlight, and the sand stuck to his wet feet. he stood there like a child ready to bother his mother; the sight nearly made you want to sigh and roll your eyes in annoyance.
you offer him a slightly irritated smile. “you’re getting water on me,” you said, as the wind blew south of the sea and more water drops fell from his body onto yours. as much as it was quite refreshing you preferred to stay dry for the time being.
“come into the water with me,” he says, with a small pep in him voice, clearly telling. he wanted you to get in with him, after all you came to the beach to spend time together, to get away from the house, and everyone around, and just have the day for yourselves, by the sand and sea where the sun never withered, and the sand never ceased to stop quench.
“i don’t wanna.” you made a face what was somewhat reluctant, wanting to roll you eyes. it was hot, to the boling degree, getting up was a hassle, much too bothersome. not something you wanted to do.
a small grin grew from the corner of zankas lips. “start wannin’,” he moved his weight from one leg to the other. “it’s warm.”
“in a little,” you pause, moving your arm back over your eyes, resuming your idle beneath the sun. “i don’t feel like it right now.”
after a minute or so of no reply or any other words from zanka you though he probably left to go back into the water, or maybe even laid down next to you on his beach towel. but no, with another swift gust of air you felt two droplets of water touch the bare part of your leg. confused, and partly annoyed that he’s still standing here, still trying to get you to come with him, and still blocking the sun.
“theres water dripping on me,” you didn’t even bother looking at him. “mind backing up.”
he’s words are not any less unsure, it’s like he knows he’s being annoying on purpose, and won’t stop until you do as he wants. “ya, i do mind.”
the audacity of this man, you thought.
truthfully, you wouldn’t mind getting in the water right about now, the heat from the sun has been nagging at you for the past 30 minutes, you think you might’ve burnt to a crisp already. but getting up probably would give you a migraine so that’s definitely not in your personal best interest.
that’s why you are relentless on staying where you are just until a cloud comes over the sun. but you think by the time that happens zanka may be half way down the path to the water with your ankle in his grip, dragging you along the searing sand as you kicked and yelled for him to let you go.
you finally let out the sigh you’ve been holding in since he came over and started hovering over you like a mosquito. “zanka, i promise i’ll get in with you, just not now.” you tried you best to be as sincere as possible, but with the lingering heat that’s intensifying by the hour, and the water that’s still dripping on you. the line for patience was getting thinner and thinner.
“why not?” he raised an eyebrow. “is there somethin’ preventing you from getting in? if so, i can help, ya know.” there really wasn’t a way out of this without either submitting to his request, or getting mad at him. but that second choice just seem all too unnecessary. but also getting up was not something you wanted, much less actually getting in the water.
you removed your arm from over your eyes and looked at him, squinting. you contemplated saying nothing at all, but than decided against it. “i know, i just don’t want to get up.” you admitted. “you go back and i’ll join you in a few, okay.” it wasn’t a question, or a statement, it was a cheap lie, and you regretted it the second it came from your mouth because you know zanka knew it was a lie, and he won’t let you off the hook that quickly.
“kay.” is all he says. you are surprised he didn’t put up a fight, an argument even. that was easy, you thought as you covered your eyes once more. but you should’ve known better. because the second you relax you feel something wet and large on top of you, like someone had just poured a bucket of water over you.
you let out a loud yelp, quickly dropping your hands and moving them to push at the weight that laid above you. your eyes open wide in shock, and you yell again.
“ZANKA?! what are you doing?”
“just layin’ down,” he says, cuddling into your neck and getting comfortable on top of you. “what are you doin’?”
“get up, you’re heavy, and wet,” you push at his shoulder in an attempt to get him off. “i can’t breathe.” you lie.
“i ain’t falling for yer tricks,” he says as he looks up and places his chin on your chest, looking straight at you. “i lay like this every night, ya never complain.”
you grumble in irritation. “i’ll get in if you get off of me,” you say, looking to the side and then back at him.
“fine,” he says it like you were the one that was being a pest.
“‘fine’? don’t give me attitude,” you say, in disbelief.
zanka climbed off of you but not before giving you a tight squeeze, that you let out something between a protect and a laugh as he did so.
