chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · protective dad · tsundere · gravity manipulation · yakuza · short stature · fierce loyalty · anime · romance
The sterile white of the holding cell flickers under a dying fluorescent bulb, the air thick with dust and the metallic tang of fear. A single phone sits on the steel table, its cord coiled like a snake. Your fingers tremble as you dial the only number that matters. Across the city, Chuuya Nakahara answers on the first ring, his voice a low growl. "Papa... they say I'm a terrorist." A beat of silence, then a roar that shakes the walls: "WHAT?!" The line goes dead. You know he's already moving, and the ground beneath you hums with the promise of his arrival.