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“Zankaaa.. are you hungry I cou—oh.”

Pausing at the doorway to the infirmary, you poked your head in to see if Zanka was awake. Knowing him, he probably would start moving around as soon as possible, and knowing him he probably would also put eating to the side for now.

But instead of a Zanka sitting up in bed looking out of the window (he always liked a window view), there’s an Enjin sprawled out on the bed next to Zanka’s. The sheets were moved to the side, so maybe Zanka went to the bathroom? You huffed.

I must have missed him on his way out.

Humming to yourself, you debated whether or not you should go through the trouble of walking through headquarters’ halls to go looking for him.

…Nah.

Taking a step through the doorway, you made your way over to Zankas bed and plopped down on the edge. Kicking off your shoes, you moved to the center, sitting criss-crossed. Looking around for a few seconds, your eyes landed on the bag on the floor next to the bed. Curious, you plopped down on your stomach, lazily reaching down at the bag to take a peek.

Huh, so Zanka already had snacks. Well coming here was a total waste then if he already had food. Propping your head up on one of your palms with your elbow holding you up against the bed, your eyes landed on Enjin. You almost forgot he was here with how quiet he was being.

Normally when one looks at Enjin, they’d think he snores louder than the devil but the only noises he lets out in his sleep is the occasional grunt. He had a bad case of drooling while sleeping though.

A noise coming from him popped your bubble of thoughts, sending you back down to earth. He grunted, from the looks of it. You let your eyes roam his body from head to toe. He was drooling, and he even had his slippers still on. You clicked your tongue instinctively, he always had a bad habit of not taking his shoes off clean spaces. Humming low, you contemplated.

One sketch wouldn’t hurt, right?

Reaching down you pulled out a decent sized journal from one of the pockets on your cargo pants. Ah, cargo pants, a blessing really. You can’t see why so many people don’t like them. Along with the journal, you pulled out an old pen. Your jinki. It was an old thing, a little battered but you took care of it with love. Enjin once compared your abilities to the ones of the spellcaster from Canvas Town, the thought made you smile.

You haven’t visited Canvas Town in a while.

Opening the journal, you flipped to a fresh page. Settling in a comfortable position, albeit still on your stomach, you started drawing. It was quiet for a while, with only the scratching of the pen against paper filling in the silence along with the occasional noises from outside. It was nice, these moments of peace in between the chaos that came with being a Cleaner.

You didn’t know how much time had passed when you heard creaking on the bed next to you. Glancing up, Enjin had moved from being asleep on his back to being awake and lying on his side with one hand under head, supporting it. And he was staring straight at you. It kinda spooked you for a second, holding eye contact with him for a couple of moments before you swallowed saliva down your throat and went back to occupying yourself with the drawing of the same person who was staring at you. It was almost finished, nice.

“I thought you were still sleeping,” you muttered.

“And I thought Zanka was still here.”

Smart-ass. You could hear the smugness in his tone.

“He left.”

Enjin, as if deep in thought, hummed. It was a deep noise that rumbled and rolled out from the back of his throat. You could hear faint rustling before you heard the familiar click of his lighter sparking to life, soon lighting a cigarette aflame after. The home-y smell of nicotine soon invaded your senses, causing your body to melt slightly. You smiled.

“Don’t smoke in here.”

“You don’t care.”

Nope.

The sounds of your pen against paper was now accompanied by the faint sounds of Enjin smoking, and the smell of cigarette smoke. The soft sounds of burning tobacco were left by itself a few moments later as you set your pen down on the bed. The drawing of Enjin sleeping was now complete, you always liked the feeling of finishing a piece, it put a smile on your face. Distracted by admiring your work, a wave of movement caught your attention from the corner of your eye.

Looking up, Enjin was back to the position you found him in—on his back, a hand behind his head but this time with his hand dangling off the bed, cigarette caught between his fingers.

You caught on, grunting softly as you stretched out your own arm, taking the cigarette from him and letting it rest between your lips. Taking a deep breath in, you sighed with contentment. The smoke billowed out of your mouth as you parted your lips slightly to exhale. Your face had settled into a smile, your eyes soon closing.

Your moment of peace was interrupted when you felt a pillow land on your backside, close to your bottom. Grunting, you opened your eyes to see a cheeky looking Enjin staring at you, still on his back and with his arm out. This time it was stretched out with his hand open, and it soon made the movement that could only mean give it here. Blowing out air from your nose, you reach for your journal and lazily hand it over to Enjin.

Moving, you mirrored Enjin’s previous position, lying on your side. You watched him flip through the pages, his eyes dragging across every sketch, doodle, and scribbled out note. You didn’t mind him looking through it, or anyone else from the Cleaners. Most of your drawings were of them anyway. You liked drawing them, from the most mundane moments of the day to jotting down how they looked while fighting the trash beasts from memory.

Plucking the dying cigarette from your lips, you trapped it between your fingers, letting it continue to die as you watched him flip to the page where you drew him just a few moments later.

“Y’think Rudo will let me draw him?” It was a genuine question. And it made Enjin chuckle.

“Probably, he’ll short circuit when you ask him—should’ve seen him when he first met Riyo.”

“Cut the kid some slack, he’s probably never had a girl so close to him before.”

Enjin smiled, causing his dimples to come out from their hiding place. You wonder if anyone else has noticed he had dimples.

a/n: whoops. anyway I haven’t written in awhile, take this hot garbage from my lump I call a brain.

#gachiakuta #gachiakuta x reader #gachiakuta enjin #enjin x reader #fades into the wall #point one.

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