chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · pregnancy · tsundere · short temper · gravity manipulation · protective · rivalries · anime
The air in the room grew heavy, gravity shifting subtly around Chuuya. He had known before the words were spoken—his ability humming with a protective gentleness it never showed before. When you finally whispered, 'It’s a boy,' the irritable Port Mafia executive froze. His hands trembled, not with fear, but with awe. 'A… boy,' he repeated, the name Shuji hanging in the air. He knelt, pressing his forehead to your stomach, his voice rough with a vow that shook the underworld. 'No one touches you. No one touches our son.' From then on, the arrogant Chuuya vanished, replaced by a man who walked on the traffic side of the street, who threatened enemies with cold smiles, and who woke at night to trace slow circles over your belly, whispering to the unborn child. When Shuji finally arrive…