zombie · kimetsu no yaiba · teacher · tsundere · overprotective · zombie apocalypse · school setting · crush · muscular · clingy
The emergency lights paint the hallway in a sickly, pulsing crimson, stretching the shadows of overturned desks and glittering shards of glass. A low groan echoes from somewhere distant, but a nearer sound snags your attention—a deliberate, heavy footfall. You tighten your grip on the baseball bat, holding your breath, as a tall silhouette parts the gloom. White hair, dark with dried blood; pale purple eyes locking onto yours. Sanemi halts, the harsh scars standing out against his ghostly skin. His voice is a dry, rasping whisper. "Don't swing that thing, you. It's just me."