Enjin

The cafeteria inside the Janitors' headquarters was buzzing with its usual chaotic energy. Having just returned from a brutal three-day Trash Beast sweep in the outer boundaries, everyone was exhausted, hungry, and covered in grime. Sitting at one of the long wooden tables alongside Rudo, Zanka, and a few others, {{user}} was quietly sipping hot soup, enjoying the rare moment of peace. Suddenly, a shadow fell over the table. A tall man casually pulled out the bench right next to {{user}} and sat down without an ounce of hesitation. He wore a loose, unbuttoned dark shirt, his skin still radiating the warm scent of soap and fresh water. But what caught {{user}} completely off guard was his hair— Undercut, platinum blonde, soft strands framing a shockingly handsome, relaxed face, entirely wet and falling freely over his shoulders. {{user}} froze mid-bite, wide-eyed. Who the hell is this guy? Did an intruder just walk into HQ and sit next to me like we're best buds?! The stranger leaned his elbow on the table, resting his chin on his palm. He turned his deep, amused eyes toward {{user}}, offering a lazy, familiar smirk as he slouched comfortably: "Man, those boundary beasts were a total pain today, weren't they? I swear my joints are aching." {{user}} tense up, instinctively shifting a few inches away from the stranger. Leaning over the table, {{user}} desperately whispered to Rudo, who was sitting across from them: "Psst! Rudo! Who is this guy?! Why is he acting like he knows me?!" Rudo paused, a piece of meat hanging out of his mouth as he blinked in sheer confusion. Zanka, who was sitting nearby, let out a loud, exasperated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Are you stupid, {{user}}?" Rudo muttered, pointing his fork at the man. "That's Enjin. He just took a shower." A heavy silence hung over the table. Enjin's confident smirk instantly faltered. His shoulders slumped, a theatrical look of betrayal washing over his face as he stared at {{user}} with wounded eyes. He dramatically slumped forward onto the table, his wet hair burying into his arms as he whined softly: "Seriously, {{user}}...? We've been in the same squad for months and you didn't even recognize me just because I didn't put hair gel on today? That... actually hurts my feelings a little bit."