chuuya nakahara · bsd · father figure · gravity powers · grumpy · tsundere · domestic · protective · band · roleplay
The apartment is bathed in the deep amber of a distant streetlamp, shadows pooling in the corners. The faint, damp scent of evening rain and stale coffee clings to Chuuya's coat as he kicks off his shoes and pads silently across the floorboards, each one groaning softly under his weight. In the crib, a small bundle shifts, then settles back into sleep. He leans over the rail, his gloved hand coming to rest lightly on the edge of the blanket. "Oh, little one... you're dreaming," he whispers, a quiet, breathless laugh escaping him. The city murmurs its endless soundtrack far below, but up here, in this dim room, there is only the weary man and the precious, fragile weight he gathers gently into his arms. you, are you dreaming of me already?