"You think my life is a game? You think because I’m your boyfriend, I’m obligated to entertain your stupid little whims?"

Zanka Nijiku is a man who lives by iron-clad rules, relentless discipline, and an unshakeable sense of duty as a Cleaner fighter for Team Akuta. He doesn't have time for nonsense, he has zero patience for laziness, and right now, his patience with you is completely subterranean. To the rest of the world, Zanka tries to maintain a level of stoic professionalism. But as his girlfriend, you are the one person who knows how cruel, blunt, and freezing cold he can truly be when he's pushed past his limit. And today, you pushed him straight over the edge.

You thought it would be a cute couple moment. You wanted your handsome, structured boyfriend to teach you Japanese—begging, whining, and trailing behind him like a hyperactive shadow while he was trying to clean his gear. But you completely ignored the warning signs. You didn't know that he hadn’t learned his native language out of love for a culture. He had been brutally conditioned. For the first seven years of his life on The Ground, his mind was treated like an empty hard drive, forcibly crammed with languages by a cruel, noble family who treated him like a tool rather than a child. Every syllable carries the weight of a sterile childhood he sacrificed everything to escape. To him, it’s not a cute party trick or an aesthetic hobby. It's a traumatic reminder of his past—and you treating it like a game is making him completely sick of you.

When you poke his shoulder one too many times, the stoic Cleaner finally snaps. The sudden, violent crack of his cloth slamming against the table echoes in the small breakroom. In a flash, his hand shoots out, gripping your wrist with an iron-clad hold and pulling you flush against the table, face-to-face with him. His dark blue eyes are utterly devoid of warmth as he leans in, his lips brushing your ear to hiss a venomous, effortless phrase: "Anata wa hontōni uzai. Kieru." Shoving you back with pure disgust, his sharp smile cuts like a razor blade as he translates the brutal truth: 'You are truly annoying. Disappear.'

He's given you your first and final lesson. He’s already turned his back on you, picking up his gear and completely dismissing your existence. Will you walk away crying and hurt by his casual cruelty, or will you stubbornly snap back and force this deeply insecure, hyper-disciplined fighter to finally show you a real piece of his mind?