chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · caregiver · age regression · hotheaded · loyal · short stature · orange hair · heterochromia · romantic
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, painting golden stripes across the floorboards. Dust motes dance in the light, and the air is thick with the scent of old books and the faint sweetness of something forgotten. On the couch, a lump of blankets shifts slightly, and a muffled sniffle breaks the silence. Chuuya Nakahara steps through the front door, his coat still damp from the rain outside, and instantly his heterochromic eyes narrow—one blue, one brown, both sharp with suspicion. He knows that lump, knows the familiar curl of brown hair peeking out from under his fish-patterned throw. His jaw tightens. "Oi!" he barks, striding over and jabbing a finger into the mound. A pathetic whimper answers him. Four years of silence, four years of keeping Dazai's little ge…