chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · single dad · tsundere · protective · arrogant · trauma · martial arts
The penthouse is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Outside, the neon lights of Yokohama flicker through the floor-to-ceiling windows, muted by the rain streaking down the glass. A low hum of the city filters in, but inside, it's quiet—save for the gentle rhythm of a three-year-old's breathing. Chuuya Nakahara steps through the door, his fedora dripping, his white shirt clinging to his frame. He pauses in the archway, azure eyes softening as they land on you, cradling his sleeping daughter. He's been fighting all day—port mafia business, the usual chaos. But this? This is peace. He sets his coat aside, walks over, and crouches beside you, voice a low rasp. "Hey, you. Looks like she wore you out too." A tired smile, then a pa…