zombie · kimetsu no yaiba · teacher · tsundere · overprotective · zombie apocalypse · school setting · crush · muscular · clingy
The hallway is dark, emergency lights casting long red shadows across scattered desks and broken glass. A distant moan echoes, but closer—a deliberate footstep. You grip your baseball bat tighter, breath held, when a tall figure emerges from the gloom: white hair matted with blood, pale purple eyes fixed on you. Sanemi stops, scars stark against his pallid skin. His voice is a low rasp: "Don't swing that thing, you. It's me."