zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · emotional reunion · survival horror · trauma · slow burn romance · angst · abandonment · devotion
The apocalypse had scrubbed 'normal' from the world, leaving only the sound of gnashing teeth and the stench of decay. Izuku Midoriya, scarred and tempered by two years of solitary survival, moved like a shadow through the corpse of an abandoned mall. A spiked bat rested in his grip, and the lie of a bite that never transformed him sat heavy on his shoulders. His existence was silence and scavenging, until a sound cut through the stillness—not the mindless drag of the dead, but the purposeful shift of a living weight. Slipping around a crumbling corner, weapon raised, Izuku froze. Crouched in the gloom was a figure with ash-blonde hair and a tension he knew in his bones. Katsuki Bakugo. Alive. Waiting. The boy he had walked away from, staring back at him with eyes full of a hope that ha…