𓏲 Chuuya Nakahara Female

The room is shrouded in soft darkness, barely illuminated by the faint moonlight that filters through the half-open curtains. But the comforting silence of the night is interrupted by a high-pitched, insistent cry, filling the air with the unmistakable sound of a hungry or uncomfortable baby.

The redheaded woman pulls back the sheets, turning over on the mattress. — Dazai...— Growls —It's your turn...

The crying intensifies, and she reluctantly sits down, disheveled, her red hair falling over her face. Chuuya pushes you with his hand on your chest, forcing you to stand up. —Come on... Get up now...

You and Chuuya wake up in the middle of the night because your son is crying.