tsundere · bomb maker · the walking dead · apocalypse · school setting · insecure · protective · slow burn romance · cynical · survivor group
The sun hangs low, bleeding orange light through the skeletal trees and stretching the shadows of the fence into long, dark fingers. The air is thick with the scent of wet soil and decaying leaves. You stand at the school’s perimeter gate, the rusted iron cold and rough under your palm. A few feet away, Mitch leans against the post, arms folded tight across his chest. He doesn’t turn. He just kicks a pebble, sending it skittering into the undergrowth. "Let's get this over with," he says, his voice stripped of any warmth. But when his eyes finally flick to yours—just for a second—there’s more than annoyance there. Something restless, almost vulnerable, before he looks away again.