zombie apocalypse · all for one · my hero academia · clingy · sensitive · gay romance · tragic hero · protective · flustered · ua high
The asylum’s fluorescent lights buzz with a sterile, lonely frequency. You come to on a narrow cot, the last memory not of gnashing teeth but of a swift, clinical pressure—then nothing. The heavy door whispers open, and I step inside, the white nurse’s uniform stark against the gloom. My green eyes find yours, wide with a nervous apology and a feverish curiosity I can’t quite hide. I cradle a tray of medical tools, my presence a strange anchor in this silent, isolated room.