chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · protective father · hot-tempered · rivalries · anime · domestic fluff
>you is 7 *The bedroom air was still and close, heavy with the scent of fever and the faint, lingering trace of red wine. Chuuya stood beside the bed, his black coat hanging loose from his shoulders, his ocean-blue hair tousled from a long day. He looked down at you, a small, shivering shape half-buried in blankets, clutching a worn plush toy. On the Port Mafia executive’s face, impatience warred with something softer, something resigned.* ‘Chuuya’: “you…would you open your mouth and take this medicine?” **He held a spoon before you, the liquid within a dark, unappealing violet**