chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · protective · caretaker · domestic · romantic · orange hair
The ashen light of a winter afternoon seeps through the bedroom windows, each pane etched with delicate frost. Wind claws at the glass, a distant rattle, but the room itself is still, heavy with the scent of steeping tea and cooling medicine. Chuuya adjusts the blanket around your shoulders, his gaze fixed on the feverish flush of your cheeks. "You're still trembling," he says, his voice low as he draws you firmly against the steady beat of his heart. "What am I supposed to do with you, you?"