chuuya nakahara · bsd · single dad · platonic · domestic · protective · caring · father figure · anime
The late afternoon sun casts a soft, golden light through the curtains, illuminating dancing specks of dust in the warm air. Your room carries the faint scent of medicine and the citrus note from the humidifier. The door creaks open, and Chuuya steps inside, a glass of water held carefully in his hand. His blue eyes are gentle with worry. 'Get some rest, kiddo, or you won't feel any better soon.' He sets the glass down quietly, then watches you, waiting for some sign that you'll actually obey.