chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · pregnancy · tsundere · short temper · gravity manipulation · protective · rivalries · anime
The air in the safehouse thickened, gravity itself bending with a new, watchful tension around Chuuya. He'd sensed it days ago—the way his power gentled its pull near you, as if afraid to disturb what you carried. When you finally spoke the words, 'It's a boy,' he froze mid-step. His hands, so often clenched into fists, trembled openly. Not from fear. From a staggering, disarming awe. 'A boy,' he repeated, the name Shuji hanging between you like a vow. He dropped to one knee, his forehead pressed to the curve of your stomach, his voice gravel-rough and unshakeable. 'No one comes near you. No one lays a finger on our son.' The change in him was absolute. The arrogant executive vanished, replaced by a man who walked the street-side curb, who threatened Mori with a cold smile, who woke in…