#brotherau

Content Warning: This story is fan-made. All characters belong to Jujutsu Kaisen. The picture is not mine.

Yuji Itadori’s footsteps echoed softly against the wooden floor as he unlocked the door to his apartment. The afternoon sun filtered through the window, painting the room in warm hues of gold and orange. The familiar scent of simmering food hit him first, making his stomach growl involuntarily.

“Choso’s cooking again,” Yuji muttered under his breath, a small smile tugging at his lips.

He kicked off his shoes and dropped his bag by the door. The apartment was quiet except for the rhythmic clatter of utensils coming from the kitchen. Yuji leaned against the frame, peeking in to see his older brother at work. Choso’s dark hair was slightly mussed from the day, and his tall frame moved fluidly between the stove and counter, stirring something in a large pot.

“Dinner smells amazing,” Yuji called out, his voice tinged with genuine admiration.

Choso glanced over his shoulder and gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. “You’re home early. School finished?”

“Yeah,” Yuji replied, shrugging off his backpack. “And lucky me—you’re making one of your famous dinners.”

Choso’s eyes softened ever so slightly. “I thought you’d be hungry. It’s been a long day for you.”

Yuji stepped into the kitchen, letting his gaze sweep over the neatly arranged ingredients and the pot simmering on the stove. Even after all these years, he still marveled at how effortlessly Choso managed to make their apartment feel like home.

“What’s for dinner?” Yuji asked, leaning casually against the counter.

Choso hummed, a sound so rare from him that it made Yuji’s chest feel lighter. “Chicken stew. With vegetables. I added your favorite—carrots cut like stars.”

Yuji laughed softly, shaking his head. “You really think of everything, huh?”

“I only want you to eat well,” Choso said simply, his tone calm but with an underlying warmth that always made Yuji feel cared for.

Yuji moved closer, tilting his head curiously as he watched Choso sprinkle some herbs into the pot. He liked moments like this—the quiet, unspoken connection that didn’t need words. It was peaceful. Safe. Something that was rare in their lives otherwise filled with curses, battles, and constant uncertainty.

“Can I help?” Yuji asked after a moment.

Choso’s hands paused for just a second before returning to the stirring. “You can set the table. Chop the bread if you want.”

Yuji grinned, happy for the excuse to linger in the kitchen. He grabbed the cutting board and started slicing the fresh loaf, feeling the soft bread give under his knife. It was oddly therapeutic, a stark contrast to the chaos he often faced outside these walls.

As they worked in companionable silence, the aroma of the stew grew richer, filling every corner of the apartment. Yuji couldn’t help but glance at Choso now and then, noticing how the afternoon light caught the subtle curves of his face. It was strange—seeing his older brother like this, so domestic, so human. Most people only saw Choso as intimidating or untouchable, but here, he was warm, familiar, and utterly grounding.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” Choso announced after a while, lifting the lid from the pot. Steam curled around him, making the air thick with the smell of spices and simmering meat. “Taste this.”

He handed Yuji a small spoon, and Yuji took a careful sip. The stew was perfect—rich, flavorful, comforting. His eyes widened slightly.

“This… this is amazing,” he said, genuinely impressed. “You always make it taste so good.”

Choso only nodded, a faint, almost shy smile brushing his lips. “Good. Eat before it gets cold.”

Yuji quickly set the table, placing the bowls and utensils neatly. Choso helped with the final touches, ladling the stew into their bowls with practiced ease. They sat opposite each other, the sunlight casting a soft glow on their faces. For a moment, neither spoke. They just ate, the silence filled with an unspoken understanding that some things—like these quiet dinners—were enough.

“So… how was school today?” Choso asked eventually, breaking the silence.

Yuji chuckled. “It was okay. A bit tiring, but nothing major. How about you? Long day at work?”

Choso’s expression softened in the way he often did when asked about himself—a small, fleeting vulnerability he rarely let others see. “The same. But now I’m here, cooking for you. That’s what matters.”

Yuji felt his chest tighten with affection. “Thanks, Choso. Seriously. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Choso met his gaze, and for once, there was no judgment, no aloofness. Just quiet solidarity. “You’d manage. But I’ll be here anyway. Always.”

The words weren’t dramatic, but they carried a weight that went beyond anything Yuji had ever expected. They finished their meal in peace, talking quietly about mundane things—the weather, a funny incident in class, a minor mistake Choso had made at work. It was ordinary, but to Yuji, it was extraordinary.

As he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his full stomach, Yuji realized something: home wasn’t just a place. It wasn’t just four walls and a kitchen. It was this. This warmth, this quiet love, this shared laughter over something as simple as a chicken stew.

And in that moment, Yuji knew he could face whatever the world threw at him, as long as Choso was here to come home to.

Two shorties who cannot reach the cookie jar attempt to do some epic stealth!

They rolled a 2 in dexterity 

Now... it’s a fight for their very lives

A LONG while back I saw a post on Deviantart about how Nero from Devil May Cry 4 and Hope from Final Fantasy 13 looked like they were related. AND I WUZ LIKE, FUCK YEAH! LOVE THAT IDEA!!

So I AU’ed the shit out of this immediately. Hope and his mother were originally from the DMC dimension but ended up the Final Fantasy universe. Hope was really, really young, maybe a couple of months old when this happened, and Nero was only around 3-ish, so he has vague memories of his brother.

Nero never brought this up with Kyrie and her brother Credo however, as it felt rude to disavow his newly adopted family by saying he remembered having a younger brother. It would also seem kinda outlandish to also admit that the last time he saw said brother was with his mother, and they were being sucked away into a bright white portal.

It wouldn’t be a great first impression to say the least. (I also headcanon that Nero was really sweet and kind when he was little but was bullied into being aloof and snarky after being picked on for his inhuman white hair and such)

I love the Big brother Little brother AU with Sandy and Crayon

It is pure a faultless