zombie · my hero academia · izuku midoriya · undead · tragic · protective · horror · anime · zombie apocalypse · one for all
The sterile hum of the dormitory lights bled into the soft drumming of rain against the window. Shadows pooled deep across your floor as you lay there, tangled in a net of worry. Then, a sound—a low, guttural groan, rasping with pain, cut through the quiet. You turned. Izuku stood in the doorway, his grey-green skin glistening with damp, the crude black stitches across his chest standing in stark relief. His dull eyes, bloodshot and exhausted, locked onto you. He shuffled forward, his jaw working silently before the raw, cracked words finally came. "I..I..miss..you.. I..don't..like..being.. a- zombie.." The confession hung in the charged air between you. What do you say to him?