#semyouka #kyomiu semiu x kyouka, kyouka x semiu ft. #enzan

Kyouka always hated his face. If she wasn't bound by her dignity, she wouldn't hesitate to punch that ugly face as hard as he could. So many men had met their unfortunate fate that way, being punched in the face, in the guts, in the ass; and Kyouka was sure this guy shouldn't be an exception.
Except, he did now.
And Kyouka put it upon herself.
"Sooo," the long drawl of the word made her glare even sharper, but the warning and the threat did work as much as she hoped for. "You and Semiu, huh?"

#semyouka #kyomiu semiu x kyouka, kyouka x semiu

The first thing that crossed Kyouka's mind was, of course, a curse.
She had just turned into someone she hated the most. Someone who got entangled with the crowd she had sworn to avoid, unless it was dangerously necessary.

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Hell Guard doesn't get along well with Cleaners, and there were obvious reasons for it.
They weren't compatible to be partners; they had very different versions of morale, of what's right and wrong, what's good and bad.
There were reasons why Kyouka resented Zanka for joining the

#enzn エンザン

Zanka couldn't help himself from smiling. How could he, if it was his automatic response whenever Enjin was present? Even if the said person had been laying there, as dead as the log.
Zanka was glad, he didn't have anyone around him right now. Because if anyone was with him at this exact time, they would definitely see how endearing Enjin was.
He had heard it. Whispers and speculations, but he wouldn't want to hope. Until finally a confirmation, coming from the person who's the least likely to lie.
And the least likely to keep his mouth

#enzn エンザン

If Zanka could, he wouldn't want to open his eyes. He would rather have them close.
If Zanka could, he wouldn't want the morning to come. He would rather have the night on and on.
If Zanka could, he wouldn't want to wake up. He would rather have the sleep to hold him hostage, for once and for all.
If Zanka could, he wouldn't want to leave his bed. He would rather have himself chained to it, unable to escape.
"I know, you're awake." The whisper slipped into his hearing, a familiar warm breeze behind his ear.
Zanka froze.

#enzn エンザン

Zanka could feel it all.
He had been feeling them lately; people glancing his way too often, people talking behind his back, people going quiet whenever he entered the scene.
No matter how much squinted suspiciously at those crowds, nobody seemed to give him a

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clue about what's happening.
He tried to ask Riyo, whether she knew something, but when Riyo asked what Zanka meant by that, Zanka couldn't really give him context. How did he explain that it felt like people had been paying attention to him lately? Too much, even he might say.

#enzn エンザン

Staring at the pricked thumb, Zanka wished he had brought a handkerchief. He also wished, someone had told him beforehand, if they were about to help Rudo activate his choker. Well, he should have anticipated this too, being Rudo's trainer and all.

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Sooner and later, his pupil would need to get his own choker to communicate. He hadn't had the opportunity to explain it to Rudo yet, and somehow Rudo is now wearing one—a slightly horrified face as everyone put the bloody fingers on the device.
Zanka had the honor to be the

#enzn エンザン

Zanka couldn't stop staring. Even if he wanted, he couldn't. He just froze there, hand perched on the door handle, unable to move.
'This—this can't be right,' he told himself, unaware that the self-reassurance turned into a question at the end. 'Right?'
He might

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just be too tired, he might just not look where he headed and possibly injured his head by walking straight to the wall or the door.
Because whatever it was, this couldn't possibly happen.
"Dammit, Zanka, you scared me!" The exclamation pierced through his ears, shaking him off

#enzn エンザン omegaverse

Zanka had woken up with Enjin hundreds of times before. He was familiar with his Alpha wrapped his arms around him, keeping him flushing with his body. Even on the nights when they didn't spend it getting intimate, Enjin always held him that way. This time, it was different.
When he woke up, he was surrounded by the warmth of a blanket, bundling him like a burrito, but no familiar tattooed arms keeping him in confinement.
Zanka's eyes shot opened. He could still smell the enchanting scent of his and his Alpha in the air,

#enzn エンザン🥢

Enjin stretched his arms, hoping to get someone to pull close to himself when his hand patted at nothing.
A cold, empty space.
His eyes opened in an instant.
He didn't need clocks to tell him that it was way too early for anyone to leave the comfort of the bed. Fortunately, he didn't need long to find the answer to the reason he was laying alone on the bed, when his eyes spotted a familiar figure, sitting on the end of the bed.
The question had travelled half-way from his mind to his mouth, when he stopped abruptly.
Only then,

#enzn エンザン 🚬

If Zanka wanted to be brutally honest, he loved how Enjin smelled. He might not be fond of people smoking, in fact it irked him to be around them.
But Enjin, he was always an exception.
Zanka loved the comfort of the smoke entangling with the man, how it had blended with him so well, Zanka couldn't possibly picture Enjin without it.
It might be Enjin himself, having his hold on Zanka; with his smile, with his laugh, with his presence, with his scent.
Zanka would never say it out loud, but he loved to be surrounded by everything about

#enzn エンザン coffeeshop!au

Zanka had a bad day. He was so close to beating up anybody who dared to come close to him when he was in a foul mood. He had been better, but definitely not right now. He had been staying up late, getting his assignment done before the first class, and he still woke up late because apparently the snooze button on his phone could be pressed millions of times and still failed to wake him up. He didn't have his daily intake of caffeine, because he was epically late, and on top of that, after starting the day that horribly,

#enzn エンザン

Riyo has a plan. It's a clever, guarantee-to-not-fail plan. It's a foolproof plan, because it's Riyo and she's pretty thorough about things when she's determined to do it. She has seen enough, she has heard enough.
Tonight, she ends it.
Or starts it, depending on

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how ones see it. Either way, the plan she has been working on for weeks, will finally come to fruition.
The fruit that is hopefully sweet, so sweet it will free her from all of the mutual-pining that has soured the air, whenever she's around.
Riyo can't wait for the execution.

#enzn エンザン

Zanka is fucked.
Literally and figuratively.
Let's ignore the 'literally' part because he can't stop thinking about it without having all the blood rushes to his face, and probably to a very specific other place too.
The 'figuratively' part is less embarrassing,

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but to know that it interconnected pretty tightly with the other part, still colors his face red. Not as bad, but still enough to prompt Enjin to grab his face, examining him closely.
"Zanka, are you sick?" He observes him with those sharp gazes, getting Zanka weak on his knees

#enzn エンザン

When he saw the sight, Enjin moved on instinct. Abandoning all of his logic, ignoring every coherent thought to ever present.
When he saw Zanka welcoming him in his fluffy chinese-style jacket, Enjin didn't even bother to second-guess himself.
The determination

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already locked in.
"Zanka," he didn't care, if he sounded embarrassingly clingy. In long strides, he walked towards Zanka, who opened his arms to say, "Welcome back—"
But to Enjin, it was the invitation to settle himself there, pulling the fluffy and warm and comforting man

#enzn エンザン

It's probably because of the rush of the adrenaline, it's probably because of the wave of relief surging in. Enjin was usually clear-headed, known to be calculative, always thinking about the consequences of his actions. Especially when it comes to his team. Lighthearted jokes and teases were his forte, trying to keep the head of every member of the Akuta above the water. Leaving the worrying part, the second-guessing things, the hesitation to Enjin, his team needs to focus on the task on their hands and to do so, they shouldn't be

#enzn エンザン

Five Times Zanka Adores Enjin's Hands and That One Time Enjin Shows Him What His Hands Can Actually Do

—or things about Enjin that Zanka discovered slowly as their relationship progressed. 1) Zanka hadn't realized how warm, Enjin's hands were.
Before dating, of course, Zanka had touched Enjin's hands. Briefly, when he passed the older man something; accidentally, when he and Enjin walked too close to each other and their hands brushed; securely, when Enjin helped

#enzn エンザン

Zanka froze. He wasn't exactly sure what was happening; either his brain had just short-circuited or perhaps, he had exhibited the sign of getting a heart attack. He wouldn't know.
His spoon stopped midair; his mouth stopped working, having the soup in mid sip with its content unchewed; he could feel his shoulder tensed, he could feel his body petrified.
Zanka froze, simply froze.
"Careful," he heard the voice. It should be enough to wake him from his trance.
And, yet.
"Is it time for some hair cut, Zanka?" He could feel the calloused

#Enzn エンザン

Zanka had every bit of the required qualities:
- he was hot (it wasn't even his personal opinion, many women and men who sought him whenever they visited the bar could testify to this)
- he was smarter (he'd like to think he was, to a certain degree and matter)
- he had a nice curve (he was very confident of this)
- he could be a little naughty (well, once he overlooked the embarrassment that followed, he could very much be)
- he was definitely a forgiving person (if he wasn't, he would constantly have beef with rudo and literally

#Enzan エンザン

Zanka didn't expect it to be this soft. If anything, he expected it to be stiff, perhaps a little bit brittle on the edge. If anything, he expected it to be hard to slide in between. The blond was always styled spiky, sticking out in the right places. Zanka watched the sand-colored strand entangled with his fingers so easily, amazed him that they had zero resistance at every comb. He tried once and two, it had become too many. He liked the way the hair slipped between his digits, he liked the way they weaved with his hand.

#enzan エンザン

Zanka didn't know where the idea was coming from. It was so random, that he wouldn't even have guessed he could get into this situation.
The situation being Enjin, with a bare chest and mussed hair, gently holding Zanka's hand, doing something Zanka had never envisioned his whole life.
Enjin was painting his nails.
It started with a simple conversation after they had just finished a whole two rounds of sex (Zanka still blushed when he thought he actually did it with Enjin), and they should be tired, but they couldn't fall asleep.

#enzan エンザン
Zanka didn't know when it had become a routine.
Or maybe, he actually did.
He just didn't want to acknowledge it.
Because it started as an accident.
He wasn't usually one to lose control of himself but on a particular night, at the height of the moment, Zanka did. He got drunk.
Despite liking the way alcohol warmed his body and helped him loosen up, he was also aware of his low tolerance towards alcohol. He could manage some, but he knew when to stop because he would much rather have control of his consciousness.
That night, Zanka