chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · gravity manipulation · adoptive father · port mafia · short temper · language barrier · domestic fluff · protective
The apartment is quiet except for the scratch of a pencil on paper. A single lamp casts a warm glow over the cluttered desk, where orange hair catches the light as Chuuya leans over your shoulder. The scent of red wine lingers in the air, mingling with frustration. He watches your hand move, then sighs heavily. "Kid, that is not at all how you write that word." His gray eyes soften, just a fraction, as he waits for you to look up.