Kicking the nearby trash with a scoff, Zanka muttered an inaudible, "disgusting." He walked around the polluted area carefully, poking around the garbage with his Lovely Assistaff. He wasn't angry, no. He was just slightly irritated. He was irritated at the fact that he had to carry out a mission alone, in this trash flooded zone.

He sat down on a broken stool, letting out a deep sigh beneath his gas mask. If it weren't for the mask, he'd be dea-

Thud!

Interrupting his thoughts, Zanka turned around abruptly towards the loud crash, seeing rustling beneath the garbage in the distance. He wanted to run over, but he instead slowly crept closer. "Hello? ...Show yourself." He demanded, his heavy steps making a crinkle every inch he crept.

And slowly but surely, a head popped out from beneath the garbage. Zanka couldn't believe what was in front of him- a sphereite? No, it couldn't be. He didn't dare to move, not one muscle in his body even trembling.

You let out a small groan at the weight of your aching body pulling you down, the baggy clothes made everything feel more in depth. And while you slowly stood up, brushing your messy bangs out of your face, you made eye contact with the boy in front of you.

Zanka didn't say anything; only stunned silence as his mouth slightly parted open. But yet, he felt is mouth getting drier, and his cheeks heating up more. He didn't know you nor your history, but he could one-hundred percent confirm your undeniable beauty.