#we all know chuuya would be best adoptive dad award

[nkhrchuwuya]

knight to a princess

bungou stray dogs | G | 709 words nakahara chuuya x reader / oc

you finally confess to chuuya the existence of your little daughter. their first meeting goes well. (chuuya ft. single mom reader)

chuuya thought he was prepared.

you’re on your fifth amazing date with chuuya when you tell him “there’s something you have to know about me.” chuuya nervously fiddles with the longer end of his hair and tells you, “there’s something you have to know about me, too.” everyone has their secrets, and his career is heavier than usual, so he thought he’d be prepared to just casually take whatever it is you have to tell him.

until you tell him.

the night you discover that chuuya is part of the port mafia is that day he learns about your daughter.

strangely, you hold his secret like it is not acid and yet expect him to recoil at yours.

“it’s a long story, far too dreary for a nice night like this,” you say, thumb fiddling with the spoon and fork in your hands. “but i wanted you to know.”

chuuya smiles, a tender smile you’d never quite seen on him before. he puts his cutlery down and reaches out to place his hand over yours. “may i see her?”

taken aback, you ask, “like a picture?”

chuuya cocks his head to one side and your eyes widen.

-

chuuya shows up at your doorstep the next day with two bouquets of flowers—one of the ridiculous, sweepingly large ones he always gets you, and another that is much smaller.

a bouquet that would fit easily in a three-year-old’s arms.

“this is chuuya,” you say to your daughter, who is hiding behind your leg. “he’s… a special friend. he’s a good guy, baby.”

“hi chuuya,” the girl says, before offering her name.

chuuya crouches to get to her height, offering her the bouquet. “it’s nice to finally meet you, princess.”

with a giggle, your daughter takes the thornless roses and rushes to the sofa, mumbling about princes.

“sorry, the house is quite small,” you say, as you gesture chuuya in. he shakes his head as he takes his shoes off at the entrance. “i’ll get you some tea, yeah? you can wait in the living room.”

chuuya sits across your little girl, who hides behind the bouquet of roses she is fiddling with. she peers curiously at chuuya between the petals. when he doesn’t move, or strike, she puts down the bouquet onto the sofa and approaches him.

“why’s your hair like that?” she says, although it’s mostly a garble of sounds. it’s by some miracle that chuuya’s understood it. when she reaches up for the strands, chuuya bends down so she can run her fingers through the strands.

chuuya doesn’t really know how to answer the question, so he deflects. “do you like it?”

“pretty!” the girl confirms. “are you a princess?”

that makes chuuya sputter. “no,” he says. “you are. i’m a knight.”

“knight? whatsa knight?”

“well, he’s someone who protects the princess and the queen,” chuuya tries to explain. the little girl attempts to clamber over his lap at this moment, so he lifts her up with ease. she’s still fiddling with his hair. “he’s strong and brave.”

“mama’s a queen,” she says idly, still tugging at the strands. “she’s strong and brave.”

chuuya smiles. “sure is.”

as he sits there, the child lost in thought, chuuya imagines how difficult it must have been, raising a child nearly alone like this. any attraction he’d had for you has already doubled at this point, his confidence in your survival skills and determination growing by the second. and look at the beautiful young girl you have, too.

chuuya wants to protect what you’ve built.

“hey, princess,” chuuya says, catching the attention of the little girl. he puts out his pinky finger, and offers it to her. “can i make a promise to you?”

“promise what?” she asks, but offers her own pinky finger anyway, mirroring the gesture. chuuya intertwines their fingers together.

“that i’ll always protect you and your mama,” he says. “like a knight.”

your little girl’s eyes widen in delight. “like to a princess and queen?”

“yes, exactly like that.”

“you promise me, okay?” your daughter says, grinning, squeezing his finger.

(you watch quietly at the doorway, in awe, smiling to yourself.)

-

the next time chuuya comes, he brings along with him a full-sized dollhouse.