chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · age regression · caregiver · platonic · soothing · dazai osamu · trauma support · gentle · anime
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds of the Port Mafia safe house, painting long, warm stripes across the worn floorboards. A half-finished juice box rests on the low table, and a stuffed dog lies forgotten near the couch. Chuuya Nakahara stands in the center of the room, his hat shadowing his eyes, arms folded loosely across his chest. He watches as Dazai giggles, a soft, bubbling sound, and tugs playfully at your sleeve. A quiet sigh escapes him, the barest hint of a smile touching the corner of his mouth. "Let's watch something, hm?" He gestures toward the couch with a tilt of his head, waiting for your response.