#enzn

It's completely accidental. Like something he hasn't meant to find, like a secret he hasn't meant to know. Zanka doesn't even realize what has happened, until he takes his sweet time to reflect on the incident.
The incident being Enjin moaned even louder when Zanka got

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his hand on behind his head. Not just on his blond hair, but the very specific area—Enjin's undercut.
The first time he touched him there, Zanka didn't mean to. He was so wrapped up in kissing Enjin, anchoring himself by carding his spiky blond, when suddenly Enjin grabbed his

#enzn

Zanka loves Enjin. This is something that he has never denied. Okay, he did deny it at some point, but it is no longer the case now that they are together, officially and openly. Zanka always thinks so highly of Enjin, he always admires him, putting him above everything

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else.
Now he may reconsider everything.
"Enjin," he calls softly, like he's speaking to a spooked animal, but the man—who claims to be scared of nothing, who claims to have no fear—merely rolled on the bed, the blanket covering his head.
He doesn't look like the fearless leader

#enzn

Riyo wonders if she has been trapped in another reality where Enjin and Zanka has somehow switched with each other because there's no way in hell, he just sees Enjin's cheeks turns slightly pink when Zanka praises his cooking.
She doesn't hallucinate. She's pretty much

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awake and conscious and present at this moment. Zanka is the one who acts nonchalant and keeps throwing compliments over the meals like they are the best foods he has ever tried.
"Wow, this also tastes so good," Zanka moans again. Right, that's not an exaggeration, Riyo doesn't

#enzn

Listen, Zanka is a very patient person. He says this, not without reasons. This is just a fact. He won't say something that he isn't confident of it to be the truth. Because it's the truth. He has endless patience. Having to deal with hurricane manifest in a human, named

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Riyo; a literal obnoxiously loud monkey circus that can't be controlled named Rudo; and then of course, someone who seems to test his patience as a way to 'help' him improve, named Enjin.
People will think he has bias, especially because the team leader slash mentor-becomes

#enzn

Zanka is nervous as fuck. He has heard millions opinions that tells him, this isn't a bad idea, that he will do just great, that nothing bad could happen—still, he can't help from feeling anxious when he steps out of the changing room.
He has checked himself in the mirror

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for the umpteenth, making sure he looks decent, but every time he catches the glimpse of his own reflection, all he gets is how ridiculous this is.
The first thing he notices once the curtain reveals him is the conversation.
"... it doesn't matter if you appear bad, the most

#enzn

The first telltale is his own feet. Cold as ice, where the blanket fails to cover them. And then he hears it. The steady pattering against the window, the way the morning greets him much colder than the usual.
It's raining, this morning.
Zanka knows, he has to get up.

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He has to do his morning routine: the training, the meditation—his ritual to start the day. There's no mission for today, so he can have more time to improve himself, to get those things he learns from books and the real experiences of getting involved in real combat, into use.

#enzn

"Careful, Zanka."
The words contradict the meaning when Zanka can feel his back hit the wall rather hard. His Assistaff slings behind only add to the impact.
"People may start to think, you're here to whore yourself."
The words contradict the meaning, when Enjin runs his

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hand over Zanka's jaw with such gentleness, almost like he's caressing him. Like he's someone to cherish.
"Enjoy yourself back there?" Enjin tips his chin, and Zanka refuses to look away even if his sight is slightly unfocused.
"Can't barely look at me in the eyes and you're

#enzn

"Just a lick."
Enjin has said.
First of all, that's gross. And very inappropriate. Especially considering Enjin says that right in front of the ice cream stall they have visited.
"Just a lick, c'mon, Zanzan," Enjin said.
And Zanka is usually good at controlling himself,

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but he knows, his real weakness is when Enjin inches closer to him, with his captivating amber, and very persuasive voice of his.
"No," Zanka says, feeling like a winner for being able to refuse the temptation. "Go buy another for yourself."
Enjin pouts. "That doesn't taste

#enzn omegaverse

Enjin notices it right away. Of course, he does. One bad experience of being oblivious of literally the most important thing in his life has turned him very attuned to everything related to his mate.
This time, Enjin notices how Zanka has stolen more and more

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of his clothes lately.
Like, a lot.
Enjin has made a mental note, to take Zanka out for clothes shopping the more his baby bump is showing, but for some reason, Zanka always refuses. Or making excuses. Enjin is at that phase of obeying everything his Omega has told him, that he

#enzn

Enjin never once categorized himself as a sloppy person. People might view him as such, but he personally never thinks of himself that way. If anything, he takes care of his things with so much care. He never loses stuff because Enjin doesn't lose stuff, okay? How can he,

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when he keeps his things so neatly?
One might view him as a very messy person, but his mess has its order, the kind that only Enjin can understand. His room may appear like a disaster, but Enjin has never lost stuff, because Enjin just doesn't.
For the first time, he may have

#enzn

To be perfectly honest, Zanka much prefers tea. He's a tea person. He loves the fragrant aroma, he loves the calmness that comes with the taste. He may dislike bitter food, but he loves the natural taste of tea, the bitterness carries nothing but the true essence of the

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beverage.
But then, why is he standing there, waiting for the machine to whirl and grind the coffee beans, instead of taking his can of tea leaves with a pot of hot water?
Because Enjin can't live with coffee.
Enjin says, he can't be separated from three specific things

#enzn エンザン

It should be green. Soft green, almost pastel. He sees the ingredients on the menu when they visit the stall. There's more milk in there than the actual green tea because children also enjoy it too.
Soft green.
He should see soft green, but all he sees is pink. Almost too fast, too quick; so slick.
Swirling itself among the green and Enjin can't stop staring.
His gaze should shift. Looking away, almost like he doesn't see anything. It's something that his eyes should get fixated on. It's not something that should steal his attention.

#Enzn エンザン

This is it.
At the very last, Enjin gets to watch over insomniac Zanka finally gets a proper rest after days of restless night. How Enjin will gaze at him softly, wondering how lucky he could get, having the privilege to be this close to sleeping Zanka.

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How Zanka looks so relaxed; how he looks so young, even younger; how he looks so peaceful like he doesn't bear any burden on his shoulder.
Thinking about Zanka unconsciously searching for Enjin's hand, even in his slumber, and Enjin intertwining their fingers, surprise colors his

#enzn エンザン

Zanka tried to initiate the kiss for the first time but due to the height difference, completely missed Enjin's lips. He was so nervous and yet so eager, too eager even, that he ended up, kissing Enjin's jaw instead.
The realization of his failed attempt got him
scramble back, in both horror and embarrassment. Just like his kiss, his attempt to escape also failed, when Enjin grabbed him by his waist, preventing him from running away so easily.
"Getting bold, aren't you, Zanzan?" Enjin didn't smile, he smirked and his smirk grew into a

#enzn エンザン

They say, it is extremely hard to grow flowers here. That's why imitation flowers are popular.
Zanka glances at the potted flowers that Rudo had just handed him. White and yellowish-orange flowers. He picks it with Enjin, he says.
Zanka almost forgets what a real flower looks like. The details, they feel like a distant memory to him. Something that he isn't sure about anymore.
"Thank you, Rudo," he says, feeling the bubbling feeling inside him threatening to escape.
It isn't until Rudo's gone, Zanka has to look away.
"You're okay, there?"

#enzn エンザン

Zanka loves kissing Enjin's dimples, ever since Enjin jokes that having dimples means good luck. He meant to tease Zanka, coaxing more kisses from him, but what started as jokes, now gradually became a habit.
Zanka couldn't help himself from kissing his dimples. Of course, it begins casually. Soft peck, that turned into lingering kisses. When one is not enough, neither is twice, or thrice; should be more. But before they part, Zanka runs his hand on Enjin's jaw, aligning him just right to touch the dimple with his lips.
"For luck."

#enzn エンザン

"Zanka," Enjin calls. Zanka doesn't listen. Zanka doesn't want to listen.
"Zanka," he calls again. More persistently. Zanka still doesn't budge. Zanka still doesn't look his way.
"Zanka," this time, his name is accompanied by the familiar hands cupping his cheeks. Zanka closed his eyes. The soft laugh echoes in the quiet of the room. It isn't funny, though, nothing is funny. Nothing to laugh about.
Zanka clamps his mouth shut.
"Zanka," he hears his name again, spoken so close to his ears. A rough thumb caressing his skin in circular motion

#enzn エンザン

Maybe it's the fireworks, or so Enjin tells himself.
Maybe it's the euphoria of watching the fireworks, the loud and cheerful commotion that follows as the sparkle of colors fill up the sky, as the magnificence of the moment catches everyone's attention. Maybe it's the fireworks, or so Enjin tells himself.
Maybe it's the way the sky was bright and blinding for a moment, the light shines on everyone's face, showing off their true feelings. Maybe it's the way the fireworks reveal the most honest expression of everyone, those who

2025 is a pretty surprising year for me, but I'm ready to end this year and close the chapter 🎉
here's my 2025 annual writing self-evaluation 🥳 List of works published this year (from oldest to latest):
I started the year with doramitsu (archiveofourown.org/works/61871032) and ended it with enzan (archiveofourown.org/works/76538116)
I managed to write 96 fics for 4 fandoms, with 193k+ in total. These are the relationships I wrote.

#enzn エンザン

Enjin was about to kiss Zanka, eyes slowly slipped shut as he inched closer but then he stopped.
He ended up staring.
How could he never realize how beautiful Zanka was this close?
The way his long lashes framed the eyes, the way his eyebrows added uniqueness to his feature, the way his nose curved nicely, the way his lips were plump and full—just captivating, the way his face fitted just perfectly in Enjin's palm?
Enjin was about to kiss Zanka, eyes slowly slipped shut as he inched closer but then he stopped.
He ended up staring.

#enzn エンザン

It started as a prank.
Enjin hadn't thought much when he answered Zanka's text, he'd just think it would be funny to respond that way. He threw his phone somewhere on the bed, didn't even wait for the reply as he lit a cigarette. Zanka never took his bullshit

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anyway, he didn't expect him to start doing it now.
Only at his first inhale, Enjin heard a soft rap on the door. He knew it by the melody, three consecutive raps, ranging in seconds.
Enjin listened, and he caught the voice.
Softer than the knock, calling to his name.
"Enjin..."