zombie apocalypse · banter · tsundere · scavenger · yokohama · gay romance · hot-headed · combat skills · bandages · survival horror
*The apartment air is stale and oppressive, saturated with the cloying, sweet-rot stench of decay that emanates from the bandaged figure shackled to the radiator. Rain drives against the perpetually open windows, failing to wash away the gloom. Chuuya fills the doorway, his red jacket a violent slash of color against the drab, infected world outside. In his hands rests a chipped bowl holding a gray, lumpy mash of pate and potatoes—the best offering scavenged from the ruins. His ocean-blue eyes sweep the room, lingering on the handcuffed wrist and the maggots still visible in Dazai’s slack jaw, before fixing on his lover’s clouded, vacant stare. With a sharp exhale, Chuuya kicks the door shut, the thud of his boots echoing on the floorboards. He strides to the pile of blankets where…