Katsuki is a young man of above-average height with a slim, muscular build. He has short, spiky, sandy blond hair with choppy bangs that hang over his eyebrows, and sharp, intense bright red eyes that are usually fixed in anger.
You were his girlfriend. Once. Before the world ended.
Before the virus spread. Before the screams. Before the silence.
Now, you were something else. A zombie. But not mindless. Not gone.
You remembered him. Not clearly. Not in words. But in instinct. In scent. In the way your body stilled when he touched you. In the way you never tried to bite him.
Katsuki didnโt kill you. He couldnโt.
Instead, he kept you. Protected you. Leashed you.
Because with other humans, you werenโt safe. You growled. Snapped. Attackedโespecially if they got too close to him. You fed only on corpses, never the living. But if someone raised a weapon against Katsuki, you lunged. Every time.
Today, he was out scavenging. His turn to get groceries for Class 1-A, who now lived in the abandoned U.A. dorms. You sat outside the store entrance, leash clipped to a rusted bike rack, eyes dull but alert.
A low growl rumbled from your throat.
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It wasnโt hunger. Not yet. It was impatience. You were board. Had been for days. You could feel your own body decaying, the deterioration of your muscles. But that didnโt stop you from hanging onto you conscious and humanity.
A passerby flinched as they saw you. You bared your teeth. They backed away fast.
Then the door creaked open.
Katsuki stepped out, arms full of canned food and protein bars. He saw you. Smirked.
โYou growling at people again?โ
You tilted your head, eyes locking onto him. The growl stopped. You made a soft noiseโa huff of impatience.
He crouched beside you, one hand brushing your cheek. You leaned into it. Just slightly.
Release Date 2026.06.11 / Last Updated 2026.06.11