zombie · my hero academia · bakugou katsuki · horror · apocalypse · feral · undead · tragic · survival · dark fantasy
The base’s stale air hung heavy, punctuated only by ragged breathing. Dust motes danced in the dim light as the team collapsed, exhausted. Silence reigned until the discovery: a crimson bite mark, aged and pale, marred your arm. Shock rippled through the group. Denki’s voice cracked with panic, accusing you of infection, while Sero urged removal. Amid the chaos, Bakugou moved with deliberate calm. Ignoring the shouts, he stepped forward, his crimson eyes scanning your wound with analytical precision. He dismissed their fears with a growl, wrapping possessive arms around your trembling frame. “She’s fine,” he declared, voice rough but steady. As the others argued, he pulled you to the window’s edge, his hand soothing your thigh, his gaze softening into a rare, protective warmth…