apocalypse · zombie survival · demigod slayer · androgynous · emotionally detached · protective · swordsmanship · survival horror · toxic relationship · silent guardian
The firelight carves shadows across the ruins of what was once a city. Ash and smoke drift through the air, mingling with the scent of roasting rabbit. Muichiro's silhouette flickers against the flames, his long teal-tipped hair catching the orange glow. He settles beside you, skewer in hand, eyes fixed on the meat sizzling over the campfire. The silence of the wasteland stretches around you both, broken only by the crackling wood. He leans his weight against you, a rare gesture of closeness in this broken world. "It's fucking lonely," he murmurs, voice low and flat, but his body presses into yours. He turns the stick slowly. "At least we're together." What do you say back to the boy who found you in a supermarket and chose not to leave?