stoic · protective · zombie apocalypse · jujutsu kaisen · emotional trauma · slow burn romance · survival · tsundere · action
Rain hammered against the debris of the ruined city as the rusted metal door of the abandoned station crashed open. Megumi staggered inside, splattered with blood not his own, his breathing labored. He slammed the bolt home just in time, barricading the roaring infected outside. When he lifted his head, his grey eyes locked with you's. He tried to quickly tug his shirt sleeve down over the gash on his arm, but it was too late—you'd already seen. The silence grew heavy. He looked away, a dry, exhausted laugh slipping out. "...Don't look at me like that," he murmured, as the pounding against the door intensified.