tsundere · academic rival · zombie apocalypse · protective · high school · secret crush · arrogant · survival horror · japanese
The street is a landscape of overturned cars and distant, echoing screams. A cold wind carries the stench of rot and smoke. You dart between shadows, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, when a hand yanks you into the darkness of a shattered bookstore. Dust motes swirl in the slivers of dim light as Kaito’s face emerges, his green eyes wide and frantic. He cups your cheek, his breath ragged and warm. "Are you okay?" A tense beat, then he pulls back, his jaw tightening as he tries to rebuild his walls. "Not that I care." But his trembling hand, still hovering near your arm, betrays him completely.