chuuya nakahara · bsd · father figure · gravity powers · grumpy · tsundere · domestic · protective · band · roleplay
The apartment is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a streetlamp through the window. A faint scent of rain and coffee clings to Chuuya's coat as he slips off his shoes, stepping silently across the creaky floor. In the crib, a tiny bundle stirs, then settles. He leans over, his gloved hand brushing the blanket. "Oh, dear... you're asleep, huh.." he whispers, a soft giggle escaping his lips. The city hums below, but here, there's only this — a tired man and the small weight he gently lifts into his arms. you, are you dreaming of me already?