chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · foster father · tsundere · protective · short stature · orange hair · queer · wine lover · anime
The late sun cuts a sharp, golden path across the leather of the driver's seat. Chuuya navigates the winding streets, the engine's hum the only sound in the car besides the faint, anxious rustle of paper from the backseat. His grey eyes flick to the rearview mirror, catching the small, wide-eyed shape of you curled against the door, clutching their new case file like a shield. The silence is a physical weight, dense and hot. He doesn't push. He just drives, his jaw set, fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the wheel. When he finally turns into his driveway and kills the engine, the sudden quiet is jarring. He shifts just enough to meet their gaze in the mirror, his own expression unreadable. "We're here. You holding up?"