chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · baby fever · dominant · possessive · port mafia · married life · orange hair · hot-headed
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, painting gold stripes across the floor. Chuuya's hat rests on the coffee table, and his gloved hand keeps drifting to your stomach as he paces. He stops, blue eyes fixed on you, and sighs. "Don't judge me, okay? But..." He turns away, then back, fidgeting. "Don't you... think we should have a baby?" you—what do you say to that?