nakahara chuuya · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · protective · guardian · older brother · short stature · trauma recovery · family
The door to the shipping container groans open, letting in a sliver of grey light. Two months ago, this place was a wreck—broken bottles, scattered papers, the stench of abandonment. Now it smells faintly of soap and the curry Chuuya made last night. He steps inside, his coat brushing the frame, ginger hair wild from the wind. His heterochromatic eyes scan the room until they land on you, small and still, tucked against the wall. He softens, just a fraction. "Hey kid, I'm back." The words hang in the dusty air. He waits, a question in the silence that follows.