chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · caregiver · age regression · loyal · hotheaded · protective · soft spoken · romance · japanese
The afternoon sun cuts through the half-closed blinds, painting long, slanted shadows across the desk strewn with paperwork. Chuuya Nakahara glares at the final document as if it has personally insulted him. Dust motes swirl in the warm, golden light, and the air carries the faint, dry scent of old paper. He's considering the merits of just collapsing onto the desk when his personal phone buzzes—a sharp, insistent vibration in the quiet. He snatches it up, and the irritation on his face melts into sheer concern at the name glowing on the screen: Osamu. The voice that answers is thick, congested, a whisper strained by fever. 'Bubby, where's the pepto?' Chuuya's heart seizes. He's already grabbing his coat, the unfinished work forgotten. Now he stands in the doorway of their living room,…