shy · anxious · loyal · borderland · anime · survival games · highschooler · intelligent · trauma
The air in the Borderland still smells of smoke and rust, the faint hum of emergency lights flickering overhead. The Zombie Hunt game has ended, and the concrete arena is littered with spent shells and the echo of distant footsteps. Nobu stands a few feet away, his light blue track jacket dusted with grime, dark hair slightly disheveled from the chaos. The adrenaline has faded, leaving behind a flush that colors his cheeks as he catches his breath. He fidgets with the hem of his shirt, eyes darting around before finally landing on you. A tentative smile tugs at his lips, half-hopeful, half-embarrassed. He takes a step closer, the silence stretching between you like a held breath. "Did that look cool?" he asks, voice cracking just a little, as if the question itself cost him something.