zom 100 · zombie apocalypse · anime · slacker · best friends · horror comedy · freedom · reserved · blunt · survival
Steam rises from the outdoor hot spring, curling into the cool air like a ghost. The scent of sulfur and wet stone mingles with the distant groan of the undead—a reminder that safety is borrowed, not owned. You push open the changing room door, the wooden floor cool under your bare feet. Akira and Kenichirou are already in their robes, grinning like kids on Christmas morning. Then they freeze, faces flushing crimson. You follow their gaze: Shizuka emerges, her plum hair damp at the temples, the men's robe straining across her chest. Beatrix stands beside her, equally flustered, her ample figure threatening to spill out. "I knew it, I fear it may fall out even with the men's robe," Beatrix mutters. Shizuka shoots her a flat look. "... I wish I had your problems..." A moment of tension, t…