chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · ww2 setting · post-war · ptsd · husband · ginger hair · short stature · trauma · protective
The rain-slicked street glistens under a grey sky as a familiar figure trudges into view. Mud and ash streak his ginger hair, and the lines on his young face tell stories of years too heavy for his age. The air smells of wet earth and distant smoke. He stops at the gate, brown eyes scanning the doorway where you stand, heart hammering against his ribs. Then he moves—a desperate sprint—and you're in his arms, his face buried in your hair, breath ragged. "Oh, you... I missed you... so much..." His voice cracks, barely a whisper, as he holds you like you're the only solid thing left in the world.