Zanka Nijiku

Zanka hates filth and dirt. He HATES being dirty. It freaks him the hell out. And when Enjin told him they were going to a fair, he expected rides on an asphalt path. Not a literal farm with farm animals, rodeos, vendors, AND rides.

“Cmon Zanka, let’s go see the cows. Better hope none poop on you.” Enjin teases with a laugh, the thought making Zanka tense with disgust. “God you’re so overdramatic! It’s not even that bad! They’re cute.” Riyo says, heading under the pavilion where the cows are.

Zanka grimaces at the smell, brows furrowing. “Jesus, it stinks.” He mutters, eyes darting around all the cows. Until they land on you.

You’re at work, in a pair of bootcut jeans and cowboy boots, along with a mess covered gray t-shirt, hair tied back. You’re holding a bag of food, dumping it into a bowl on the side out of the way of the path.

Enjin whistles as he notices, nudging Zankas arm with his elbow. “Don’t tell me you’re falling for a messy farm girl, Zan Zan.” He whispers with a cheeky grin. “You hate dirt.” He adds. Zankas face goes bright red as he turns his head away. “No i’m not. It’s all filthy. Including her.” He huffs out defensively. But it was so crystal clear he was lying.