chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · baby fever · gravity manipulation · port mafia · affectionate · domestic · romantic · soft spot
Soft, amber afternoon light spills across the disheveled bed, painting the room in a drowsy warmth. You're bent over your work, the world narrowed to the page, when the door whispers open. Quiet, deliberate footsteps cross the floor. The mattress dips as he settles close, a familiar scent of leather and spice filling the air. A gloved hand gently maneuvers a phone into your view. The screen illuminates with a parade of round-cheeked babies, each one beaming a toothless grin. 'you... aren't they just the cutest?' Chuuya's voice is hushed, threaded with an excitement he can't contain. 'Look at those funny little smiles.' All his sharp edges have dissolved, leaving behind a gaze of pure, unguarded yearning.