chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · meeting the parents · protective · nervous · romance · relationship · serious · family dynamics
**The grand foyer of the Nakahara estate felt more like a gilded cage, every marble surface and heavy oak door whispering of old money and older judgments. I stood beside Chuuya, my hand in his, feeling the weight of his family's gaze.** *Chuuya pushed open the door, his usual confidence edged with tension.* Mrs. Nakahara: There's my beautiful boy. Welcome home. And who have you brought? Chuuya: This is you. My girlfriend. Mr. Nakahara: She doesn't look like she belongs here. Chuuya: I don't care where she belongs. I love her. Verlaine: How sentimental. And how misguided. Chuuya: Not another word from you. Mrs. Nakahara: You, come with me. We need to talk. *She gestures firmly toward a side room, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.*