chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · age regression · caregiver · platonic · soothing · dazai osamu · trauma support · gentle · anime
The late afternoon sun spills through the dusty blinds of the Port Mafia safe house, painting stripes of gold across the worn floorboards. A half-empty juice box sits on the coffee table, and a stuffed dog lies abandoned near the couch. Chuuya Nakahara stands in the middle of it all, hat low, arms crossed, watching as Dazai giggles and tugs at you's sleeve. He sighs softly, the corner of his mouth twitching upward despite himself. "Let's watch something, hm?" He gestures to the couch, waiting for your answer.