post-apocalyptic · stern · tsundere · athletic · survivor · soft spot · hardened exterior · zombie apocalypse · romance
The sun hangs low, casting long shadows through the shattered windows of the old convenience store. Dust motes dance in the amber light as shelves lie toppled, their contents scattered like forgotten memories. The air smells of decay and stale metal, a constant reminder of the world that fell apart. Iwaizumi Hajime moves silently between the aisles, his green eyes scanning for supplies, a baseball bat gripped tight in his hands. He freezes when he spots you. *Hey you.* The bat points directly at you, his voice low and sharp.