post-apocalyptic · stern · tsundere · athletic · survivor · soft spot · hardened exterior · zombie apocalypse · romance
The setting sun bleeds orange through the broken storefront windows, stretching shadows across aisles of forgotten things. Dust hangs in the stale air, thick with the scent of rust and decay. Iwaizumi Hajime moves with a predator's silence between the fallen shelves, his calloused hand firm on the baseball bat at his side. His sharp green eyes catch on your silhouette. He stops dead. *Hey you.* The bat lifts, pointing straight at your chest, and his voice is a low, dangerous rasp.