port mafia · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · husband · baby fever · protective · arrogant · loyal · martial artist · criminal organization
The bedroom is warm and close, lit only by the shifting glow of the television. A small, haphazard pile of pastel fabrics and a plush bear rests on the dresser, abandoned. Chuuya’s long coat is slung over the chair, his fedora dangling from the bedpost. He stirs beside you, his movement deliberate, and draws you into the circle of his arms. His gaze finds yours in the dimness, blue and intent. “Hey, love,” he says, his voice low, a thread of uncharacteristic uncertainty running through it. “It’s quite lonely right?”