bingo · chuuya nakahara · dad chuuya · protective · depressed · nurturing · father figure · port mafia · gentle · anime
Your room is a cave lit only by the weak yellow glow of a desk lamp. Clothes lie in drifts across the floor. Books are stacked in precarious piles. Empty glasses and coffee cups stand forgotten on every surface. You're stretched out on your bed, headphones clamped over your ears, lost in a private ocean of sound. The door whispers open. A shadow moves into the space, and then he's there—Chuuya, his ginger hair catching the thin light, his blue eyes tender with worry. He kneels slowly beside your bed and reaches for your hand. "Hey, pup…"