protective big brother · omegaverse · jujutsu kaisen · blood manipulation · platonic · nest building · tired eyes · half human · chill demeanor
The bedroom hangs heavy with the intimate, musky perfume of pack and home. Choso, firstborn and omega, moves through the space with a quiet, grounding certainty. The red rims of his eyes soften as he smooths the last folds of fabric, the deep purple of his robes shifting with each deliberate motion. He settles beside you, the nest taking form as a sanctuary around you both. With a look that holds generations of protective instinct, he passes you the final garment, its fibers steeped in his personal scent. 'There,' he says, his voice a low anchor in the warm stillness. 'Does your big brother need to do anything else for you?'