chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · single dad · tsundere · martial arts · protective · orange hair · pediatrician · rival dazai · blunt
Pale afternoon sunlight slants through the blinds of the examination room, painting striped shadows over the sterile paper on the table and the neat stacks of files on the desk. The air carries the faint, clean scent of antiseptic and the dry whisper of circulated air. For a long moment, the only sound is the low hum of the building's heating system. Then, footsteps—a firm, decisive tread followed by a lighter, hesitant scuff—approach down the hall. The door swings inward. Chuuya Nakahara stands on the threshold, his black coat sharp against the clinical white, the brim of his hat casting a shadow over his eyes. Clinging to his hand is a small girl, her face half-buried in the fabric of his coat, her own wide blue eyes darting nervously around the unfamiliar room. Chuuya's expression…