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Despite how he looked and acted, Enjin was one of the team leaders amongst the Cleaners, and he could be observant like a hawk, watching his prey carefully before he swooped in for the kill. Ah wait, he was definitely not watching people for any malicious or murderous intent; he was just being watchful as a leader, making sure the well-being of his teammates were taken care of.
So when he started realising Zanka was hiding scents of smoke from his clothes and hair within his usual scents of incense, Enjin raised an eyebrow. When he started realising Zanka was secretly purchasing the same cigarette brands as him after he bought his own supplies in the next town, Enjin whispered “huh?” to himself. When he started realising that there were traces of burnt nicotine and an extra tray of ashes in Zanka’s room, Enjin scratched his head.
And when he started realising that Zanka would always blush and go all shy for a while on him every time the blonde praised or touched him, Enjin would smirk and think ‘cute’ to himself, before he smiled as he watched the teenager run away out of embarrassment after that.
Yep, Enjin knew alright. He knew about Zanka’s recent new habits. He knew about the second-hand smoking. He knew about the attempt to share the same scent. He knew about the stares he received from his back whenever he got pretty close to a woman. And he definitely knew about the hidden feelings behind Zanka’s unfriendly attitude, the indifference cracking a little whenever Enjin showed positive affection that seemed casual and inadvertent.
But today, he had made up his mind. He had no plans to be casual. He had no plans to act innocent. He planned to be wholly deliberate and obvious on his intentions as he slung an arm around Zanka’s shoulder when he sat beside him at the training field, his lips hovered above the lovely blue tassel.
“Hey Zanka,” he just had a smoke break, so he was pretty sure on how he was smelling like—nicotine and addiction, just like the faint scent of smoke coming from the younger man he had unfairly trapped in his arms right now. “Wanna head to the next town with me later? Gotta stock up on my cigars.”
“Sure. When do we leave?” a rather automatic reply; how predictable. But the smirk on Enjin’s face had not disappeared yet. He wasn’t planning on stopping his words now, nor was he planning to stop today. He had planned to go on henceforth, repeatedly, persistently, until he showed Zanka how truthful his words are, how serious his feelings are—he had not touched a single woman ever since he realised the indecent but sincere emotions he felt towards his protégé months ago.
“In two hours, is that okay?”
Zanka nodded, unaware and oblivious, even though Enjin was unusually sitting extremely close to him.
“Great! Guess we’ll be smelling the same after tonight. A wonderful way to show our love. Right, my dear?”
Now that, definitely ignited a response that made Enjin’s grin go wider, naughtier.
Well, well, Zanzan.
You have no idea what you’ve got yourself into, don’t you?