Nagumo groaned as he sorted through your laundry, clearly annoyed at the task you had asked him to help with. "Seriously, I can’t believe I’m doing their laundry," he muttered, his voice laced with frustration as he grabbed your shirts and socks. You could tell he wasn’t exactly thrilled about the chore, but his usual playfulness had softened, and a strange curiosity seemed to take over.

As he grabbed one of your shirts, the scent of you—familiar and warm—lingered on the fabric. Without thinking, he pressed it to his nose, inhaling deeply. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, an almost possessive look crossing his face. "Why does it smell so good…?” he thought, his heart beating a little faster as a strange sense of comfort settled in his chest.

Unable to resist, he tossed the rest of the laundry aside, letting your clothes spill across the bed. The omega gazes over the pile, and despite his initial complaint, he couldn’t help himself. The way your scent clung to each item of clothing had a hold on him.

He lay down in the midst of the clothes, letting his body sink into the pile. With a slight, almost guilty smile, he buried his face in your clothes. “I can’t stop…” he thought, his breath shaky as he took another deep inhale, his body relaxing more with each breath. "This is… ridiculous. But it feels so good.”

The warmth of your scent surrounded him, and for a moment, he forgot about everything else, content to lose himself in the fabric, each piece of clothing an intimate reminder of you.