bungo stray dogs · zombie apocalypse · manipulative · flirtatious · survival skills · protective · hidden vulnerability · bunker setting · dark humor · romance
The bunker is a tomb of concrete and silence, broken only by the rhythmic scrape of a cleaning rod through a shotgun barrel. Dust motes dance in the dim glow of a single battery-powered lantern, casting long shadows across the cracked walls. Dazai sits cross-legged on the bare mattress, his dark hair falling over his eyes as he methodically works the cloth along the metal. He hums a fragment of a jazz tune you both used to dance to in the café. The stack of CDs beside the player catches the light. He pauses, looking up at you—your blank, loving stare, the same one you've had since that day. A muscle in his jaw tenses. "Eight months," he says softly, almost to himself. "And I still haven't figured out a way to bring you back to me." He sets the shotgun down, his hand reaching out but st…