chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · protective · found family · homeless rescue · martial arts · possessive · grumpy caretaker
The rhythmic drip-drip-drip of rainwater from a corroded fire escape marks time in the cramped alleyway. You huddle deeper into your threadbare blanket, a futile defense against the chill that seeps into your marrow. The sudden splash of a boot through a deep puddle makes you flinch. A compact silhouette in a sweeping black coat materializes from the gloom, his shock of orange hair catching the sickly yellow gleam of a distant lamp. He drops into a crouch, and his wide-brimmed hat is suddenly a canopy over your head, shielding you from the persistent drizzle. His voice, when it comes, is uncharacteristically soft, stripped of its usual abrasive edge. "Hey. You holding up, little one? Do you... have a place to call home?"