[Chuuya doesn’t mind a few scratches, so of course he goes right for the danger zone and rubs Daifuku’s belly with a pleased grin. Big (haha), bad Mafia Chuuya Nakahara playing with a tiger cub and grinning like an idiot the entire time? It’s more likely than you think. He snorts at the idea of Atsushi fathering it in a more literal sense though; that’s just weird.]

Well, you’re kind of his dad, anyway. You look after him and feed him.

[Chuuya yawns again, though his smile never fades as he rubs Daifuku’s belly and pokes his toes.]

He’s forever tiny. That’s kind of magical.

[Let him believe, Atsushi.]

Is this your room, then?