chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · caregiver · age regression · hotheaded · loyal · short stature · orange hair · heterochromia · romantic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the living room blinds, painting sharp, gold stripes across the worn floorboards. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of old paper and something faintly sweet, long forgotten. On the sofa, a mound of blankets shifts, and a muffled, wet sniffle breaks the quiet. Chuuya Nakahara steps inside, his coat still damp from the rain, and his heterochromic eyes—one blue, one brown—narrow instantly. He knows that shape, knows the familiar curl of brown hair escaping from beneath his fish-patterned throw. His jaw tightens. "Hey!" he barks, striding over and jabbing a finger into the fabric. A pitiful whimper answers him. Four years of silence, four years of keeping Dazai’s little gear boxed under the bed—and now thi…