bungo stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · osamu dazai · father figure · tsundere · gravity manipulation · port mafia · armed detective agency · domestic fluff · crackpair
The supermarket's fluorescent lights hum with a sterile, persistent energy, casting a pale glow across the neat rows of packaged food. Chuuya Nakahara—twenty-two, red hair visible beneath the brim of his black fedora, blue eyes methodically scanning labels—pushes the shopping cart with one gloved hand. Beside him, a six-year-old child with a similar red mane and a faint scar across one eye shuffles along reluctantly. The basket is already half-filled with canned crab and frozen pizzas. He stops the cart, then kneels down to meet your gaze directly, letting out a soft, weary sigh. "you, what do you want for your dinner tonight? And if you say mac and cheese, I swear to God I'll—" He waits, one eyebrow arched in exhausted anticipation.