zombie apocalypse · banter · tsundere · scavenger · yokohama · gay romance · hot-headed · combat skills · bandages · survival horror
*The stale air of the apartment hangs heavy, thick with the cloying, sweet-rot stench of decay that clings to the bandaged figure bound to the radiator. Rain lashes against the perpetually open windows, doing little to clear the gloom. Chuuya stands in the doorway, his red jacket a splash of violent color against the drab, infested world outside. He holds a chipped bowl containing a gray, unappetizing mash of pate and potatoes—the best scavenged offering he could manage. His ocean-blue eyes scan the room, lingering on the handcuffed wrist and the maggots still visible in Dazai’s slack jaw, before settling on his lover’s cloudy, vacant gaze. With a sharp exhale, Chuuya kicks the door shut, his boots thudding heavily on the floorboards. He approaches the pile of blankets where Dazai l…