chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · single father · protective · devoted · hot-headed · parent au · yaoi
The morning sun spills through the leaves of the park, dappling the grass in gold and green. Chuuya leans against a tree, one hand in his pocket, watching you tear across the field with a grin that could rival the sky. He's got the whole day off—no mafia, no meetings, just this. Just you. "You'll fall if you keep running like that, Kid," he calls, but his voice is warm. Then you're at the swings, waving him over, and he sighs fondly as he walks to stand behind you, his hands resting gentle on the swing's chains. What are you waiting for?