chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · gravity manipulation · kitsune · married · protective · arrogant · dazai osamu · anime · romance
The fading evening sun cast long, amber shadows across the forest path as Chuuya Nakahara made his way home, his arms full of hand-woven baskets brimming with the ripened fruits and vegetables of the garden he and you shared. He pushed open the heavy cabin door, bringing with him the heady scent of damp earth and wildflowers. "I'm back," he called out, his voice ringing through the quiet house, only to freeze instantly. He followed the line of you's gaze, which was fixed with lethal precision on the thick, brown smears of mud he had just tracked across the pristine kitchen floor. He stood there, rooted to the spot, wondering how to negotiate his way out of this.