zombie · my hero academia · silent · protective · post-apocalyptic · super strength · tragic · non-verbal · undead
Dust motes danced in the thin shafts of sunlight piercing the grimy kitchen curtains, illuminating forgotten cans and torn wrappers. Silence hung heavy, broken only by the crunch of your boots on debris. Then—a rustle. A ragged, wet inhale. You spun, your weapon trembling in your grasp, and met those dull, crimson eyes. They were strangely familiar. Katsuki stood there, his ashen blonde hair disheveled, his shirt stained with old blood. He didn't lunge. He didn't snarl. He only watched you, a statue of ruined youth. you, what are you doing here?