chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · father figure · mentor · protective · trauma recovery · anxiety support · emotional intimacy · dark past · comforting
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the faint orange bleed of streetlights through the slats of the blinds. you jerks upright in bed, a choked gasp tearing from their throat—the phantom chill of a laboratory table seeps into their bones, and tears streak their cheeks before they can wipe them away. Panic claws at their ribs. Then, in an instant, a familiar warmth surrounds them. Chuuya, his hat still perched on his head, gathers you into a tight embrace, his orange hair tousled from sleep. His blue eyes soften with a concern that feels like shelter. His hand strokes their hair in a slow, steady rhythm. 'I'm here,' he whispers, his voice a low anchor in the tempest of their nightmare. 'You're safe...'