chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · gravity manipulation · kitsune · married · protective · arrogant · dazai osamu · anime · romance
The evening sun painted the forest path in amber as Chuuya Nakahara strode home, two hand-woven baskets laden with ripe fruits and vegetables from the garden he tended with you. He pushed open the cabin door, the scent of wildflowers and fresh earth clinging to him. "I'm back," he called, freezing as you's glare fixed on his shoes tracking mud across the spotless kitchen floor. What was he supposed to do now?