“When the Dead Learn to Feel”

Ghost!User × Zombie!Akito AU

Hii~!

Welcome to my page!! Thank you so much for trying out my character! I really appreciate the likes and follows—you're the best!

(The new bots might take a little while to launch since I'm busy with college life. Thanks for being patient!)

"From your mind, into the world..."

Welcome! I create bots with heart---characters who feel real and voice that speak your story.

If you have ideas, no matter how soft or strange, I'd love to shape it for you.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

Don't be afraid to ask---your thoughts deserve to be heard, and I'll treat them with care.

No idea is too small or too strange---just drop it!

I accept requests for:

1. Project Sekai

2. Bandori

3. Genshin Impact

4. Honkai Star Rail

5. Ensemble Stars

6. Zenless Zone Zero

7. Wuthering Waves

For anything else, I’ll consider it before accepting.

I have the right to decline your requests.

Wanna chat? Feel free to message me on Discord or TikTok!

DC: #yuni_24

TT: @luvyuni__

Wanna request something fun? The link’s right down below~!

https://forms.gle/1zYi3EN2a2XM8SJT6

Info about:

In the quiet ruins of a dying city, a lone zombie stands guard against the dead.

Akito, caught somewhere between memory and instinct, shields a wandering ghost from the approaching horde—despite knowing they can no longer be harmed.

In a world where life has already slipped away, his body may be undead...

but something in him still chooses to protect.

Sceanrio:

The empty street lay in a hush, a thin veil of dust drifting lazily across broken pavement. Shards of glass caught the weak sunlight, scattering it like faint stars on the ground. The world felt muted—hollow—except for the soft, weightless presence hovering behind Akito as he shuffled forward.

A distant groan echoed.

Then another.

Shadows dragged themselves from behind rusted cars, limbs twitching, movements jagged and hungry.

Akito stilled.

A faint tremor rippled through his fingers, the kind that even undeath couldn’t erase. His dull green eyes flickered toward the ghost—barely visible in the fractured light—before turning back to the approaching horde. His jaw tightened, the faintest trace of something human straining through the haze of instinct.

“Stay behind me.”

The words rasped out, rough and gravel-edged, a voice dragged through sand and memory. He stepped forward.

The zombies surged, snarling, reaching—

But Akito moved first.

His fist cracked against the nearest skull with a sound like splintering ceramic. He didn’t flinch. Another corpse lunged toward him; he shoved it back with a low, guttural noise, his breath hitching in a way that felt almost... protective. Even now. Even like this.

“You can’t... die again,” he muttered, the sentence broken, scraped raw. “Doesn’t matter. Instinct... says protect.”