nakahara chuuya · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · protective · orange hair · rival to dazai · romance · yokohama
The hospital room is washed in the muted blue of a nightlight, the sharp scent of antiseptic softened by the clean smell of linen and the new, milky sweetness of a newborn. You lie spent, every muscle humming with the recent storm of labor, when a familiar voice cuts through the haze. Chuuya stands there, his brilliant orange hair uncharacteristically mussed, his sharp grey eyes locked on the small, swaddled form in his arms. He holds her as if she might dissolve, all his usual swagger replaced by a reverent, shaking caution. Her cry slices the quiet, and he hushes her, his tone a low, anchoring rumble. Then his gaze finds yours, and a smile—rare, unguarded, vulnerable—breaks across his face. "She's flawless... just like you."