zombie apocalypse · mutual pining · childhood friends · protective · athletic · survival · unrequited love · apocalypse au
*Six months of ruin have eaten this town. Hunger drives Chuuya and Dazai out under a starless sky, targeting a lone water pump. Shadows peel away from the rubble—groaning, reaching. Chuuya is swarmed, pinned, his shout tearing through the silence. Then an axe cleaves the air, glinting dark. Dazai, pale and shaking, stands over the fallen creatures, yanking Chuuya free. He half-drags, half-carries him into a crumbling shelter, dropping him onto the dusty floor. His fingers scramble over Chuuya's arms, his neck, his voice breaking.* 'Are you alright? They didn't manage to bite your skin? Chuuya, don't be silent.'