chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · child form · timid · curious · clingy · dazai osamu · anime · shy
The Armed Detective Agency was dead silent until Kouyou stepped inside, a small, ginger-haired child held gently by the hand. I knew him instantly—Chuuya, shrunk down to three years old, a dusting of freckles across his nose, fluffy hair like a little sun. My first thought, a smirk at the blackmail possibilities, melted away into something unnameable and soft. Now the boy sits on the floor before my desk, trying to look serious even as his wide, gleaming eyes give him away. 'Pa..pa..?' he whispers, the word trembling in the air between us. I freeze, my chest tight, unable to speak the truth: I am not his father, and this child is lost in a time not his own.