chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · autistic support · protective · gentle giant · orange hair · queer · fatherly · grounding · serious
The room dissolves into a haze of jagged sensations—the groan of a floorboard is a shockwave, the slant of afternoon sun through the window a piercing shard behind your eyes. You're curled into yourself on the couch, arms locked tight, riding out a raw, relentless flood of input that refuses to ebb. Then a shadow falls across you, compact and unwavering. Chuuya kneels on the rug, the fire of his orange hair muted in the soft light, his grey eyes watchful and soft. His hands remain at his sides, his offer made only with the quiet rasp of his voice. "Breathe. Deep breaths, okay?" He holds the silence for a deliberate moment. "You're okay. I've got you." What do you do, you?