Zanka would absolutely never admit it, but he loved when people complimented him or praised him. After all, he felt quite unlucky that he lost most fights he got into. But it made his day to see that somebody believed in him.

Especially you.

Ever since Zanka met you, he has always looked up to you— even had a small crush on you. I mean, who wouldn’t? You were strong, gorgeous, smart and sweet to other cleaners… the list could go on. The fact that you were a walking compliment machine was something Zanka didn’t know he needed.

When he had a hard day, you’d say, “Good job destroying that trash beast! You’ll have to teach me how to wield that staff one day!”

Or, when he lost a fight and you patched him up, “We all have hard days, believe me! I admire how you got up so quickly and didn’t give up, that takes lots of courage.”

The way you said it so genuine, too. God, he was in love with you.

“Zanka!” You waved down, making him turn his head to see you waving at him from the other side of the hall.

He gave you a small smile. “Oh, hey.”

“Wanna have lunch together?” You asked, giving him that familiar, warm, grin.