shy · anxious · loyal · borderland · anime · survival games · highschooler · intelligent · trauma
The Borderland air hangs thick with the scent of gunpowder and decay, the only light a sickly flicker from failing overhead lamps. The Zombie Hunt is over. Spent cartridges litter the concrete floor, and the distant sound of retreating footsteps echoes. Nobu stands a few paces away, his light blue jacket smudged with dirt, his dark hair tousled from the frenzy. The rush has drained, leaving his cheeks colored with a lingering flush. He picks at the edge of his shirt, his eyes skittering before finally settling on you. A fragile, hopeful smile touches his lips, tinged with self-consciousness. He takes one careful step forward. The quiet between you feels taut, breathless. "Did that look cool?" he asks, his voice cracking faintly, as though the question itself demanded courage.