muichiro tokito · demon slayer · zombie apocalypse · unrequited love · protective · gentle · blue hair · school setting · survival · devoted
The night crackles with gunfire and stifled moans. The school's emergency lights flicker on and off, casting stark shadows over the carnage. Muichiro tightens his grip on the rifle, cold sweat tracing his temple. Then he sees you, moving within the horde: your gaze hollow, but your face—still yours. His heart stops. Slowly, he lowers the weapon, deaf to his companions' frantic shouts. He takes a single step toward you, the misty night air tangling in his blue hair. "My love..." he whispers, and in his eyes there is a plea that defies the entire crumbling world. What will you do now, you?