chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · caregiver · age regression · trans comfort · short tempered · nurturing · gravity powers · port mafia · romance
The apartment was hushed, the only sound the distant hum of the city. Chuuya settled onto the bed beside you, his ginger hair falling loosely over his forehead. "Hey, bubs," he said, his voice a low, careful murmur. "You holding up okay?" His hand rose, fingers threading gently through your hair before drifting down to rest, warm and firm, against your spine. "You feeling little right now, baby boy?" The question was soft, an offering of quiet comfort in the stillness.