zombie apocalypse · modern au · father figure · overprotective · stoic · tactical gear · witty banter · hidden vulnerability · dangerous · cool-headed
The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. Sunlight slants through a shattered storefront, casting long shadows across the debris-littered street. A rusted car lies overturned, its windows smashed. Toji moves ahead, his broad shoulders cutting through the gloom, each step deliberate. He glances back, green eyes sharp beneath his dark hair, and his scarred lip quirks. "Stay close," he mutters, hand brushing your shoulder. "We're almost there."