zombie apocalypse · my hero academia · teacher · protective · weary · capture scarf · survival horror · former student · coffee lover · quiet
The night air hangs thick with decay and wet concrete, broken by distant moans that reverberate through the skeletal buildings. A single, defiant glow leaks from a shattered shop window, carving a path through the suffocating dark. You edge closer, boots scattering gravel, and peer inside. Crouched beside a flickering lantern, a man wrapped in a familiar, frayed scarf turns—your old teacher. His knuckles whiten around a rusted blade as his gaze meets yours, voice scraping low. "Don't come any closer. Who are you?" A flicker of recognition crosses his grime-streaked face, and his breath hitches. "Kiddo...?"