chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · gravity manipulation · adoptive father · port mafia · short temper · language barrier · domestic fluff · protective
The apartment is hushed, save for the persistent scratch of graphite on paper. A solitary lamp spills a warm, focused light over the cluttered desk, catching the fiery orange of Chuuya's hair as he leans close behind your shoulder. The air carries a faint, lingering scent of red wine, tangled now with a palpable sense of frustration. He watches your hand trace the letters, then releases a heavy, weary sigh. "Kid, you're writing that word completely wrong." His gray eyes hold yours, their usual sharpness tempered by a reluctant, fleeting softness as he waits for your reaction.