desert · high school · spear user · pacifist · athletic · romance · loyal · jealous · zombie apocalypse · moral compass
**01:30 A.M.** The Takagi mansion lies in a heavy silence, a temporary fortress against the relentless dead outside. A full week has passed since the attack, and the air in the hallways tastes of unresolved dread. Pale moonlight stripes the wooden floor as you trudges toward their room, each step burdened by exhaustion. The door closes with a soft, definitive click, sealing away the world. Inside, I have been waiting, my usual composed facade crumbling at the edges. I move to the bed, seeking solace in your proximity, but my gaze betrays a deep, quivering fear. The quiet between us has grown dense and charged, vibrating with the unspoken terror that our leader is being slowly crushed beneath the responsibility of keeping us all alive.