caregiver!Kusakabe x reader headcanons (âĽďšâĽ) p2 cw: mention of char. death(Yaga), post Shibuya Incident, clueless!Kusakabe, angst, grief, mention of panic attack, mention of depression, fluff note: missing Yaga hours. just trying to strengthen my alliance with kusakabe girlies. SMAU at the end, as per usual by now. This time, itâs from the characterâs pov though!
After the Shibuya Incident, Yaga was among those blamed for the tragedy, or his alleged participation was rather an excuse the higher-ups could use. While you were trying to regroup with the other students and make plans, the principalâs execution was carried out quietly, without causing panic.
Yaga didnât try to warn you. He knew youâd be reckless enough to actually try to save him. You might even have managed to sneak into where he was held and press your hands against the glass, promising youâd break him out.
He didnât want to watch you get caught and dragged away while yelling, thrashing, and insulting the higher-ups.
Yaga cared for you like an unofficial parental figure, and he didnât want to risk your safety. Now, he probably misses his girl so, so much but hopes you wonât meet anytime soon.
Caregiver!Kusakabe is making sure of that.
⢠Caregiver!Kusakabe, who doesnât give a shit about jujutsu politics if heâs honest but Yaga was really close to him, and he owes him anyway.
⢠Caregiver!Kusakabe, who thinks Jujutsu High is unsafe for you, not to mention wandering around with all the active colonies nearby. He even sees you wrestling with a non-sorcerer who recently got their technique and foolishly decided to use it outside the colonies.
⢠Caregiver!Kusakabe, who just takes you in. Pack your bags, kiddo, youâre coming with me Why? Well⌠about thatâŚ
⢠Caregiver!Kusakabe, who is completely clueless about what people your age need or like. Sure, heâs seen you before, tagging along with Yaga to meetings and missions, forcing everyone in the car to listen to your favorite songs. But witnessing you up close is different. Every action will have a consequences and Caregiver!Kusakabe canât just say anything anymore. It doesnât help that you completely fall apart upon hearing the news.
⢠Caregiver!Kusakabe, who speaks gruffly but tries to create a welcoming atmosphere. He makes you warm soup and piles pillows in the guest room so you can hide there as long as you want.
⢠Caregiver!Kusakabe, who doesnât sleep during the first week. Youâre calm and collected during the day, but when night falls, itâs like your brain switches to dark mode and you spiral. You cry about not knowing what to do, about wanting Yaga back, and Caregiver!Kusakabe suspects youâre having panic attacks. Itâs messy and ungraceful. Used tissues all around you, your face is all puffy and your head hurts from crying so much. At first, he just lies in his bed, listening to your muffled voice from the other room. Even though thereâs guilt in him for not doing anything, Caregiver!Kusakabe canât bring himself to face you like that yet. Caregiver!Kusakabeâs main concern is you slipping into depression. Thatâs never a good thing but in the middle of the chaos, itâs even less ideal and could be dangerous. You need to be on top of your game.
âYouâre following a routine, right?â âDo you experience a loss in your interests?â âWe can⌠talk⌠or whatever.â All sentences spoken with discomfort. He tried looking things up on the internet to monitor your mental well-being. Unfortunately, itâs a touchy subject and you tend to push him away.
He has no idea where the line is or exactly what to do, meanwhile, heâs mourning too. An unlucky combo, so he remains careful with what he does.
Caregiver!Kusakabe then finally sits on the edge of your bed at 3 a.m., telling you that youâre unharmed as you curl up and sob. At this point, youâre pretty shameless about it. The uneven breaths, the occasional urge to pull at your hair, the unladylike swearing, you let it all out. The poor man has no idea what else to say, heâs just trying to reassure both of you. Youâre unharmed, youâre unharmed, youâre unharmedâŚ
In a way, heâs made himself responsible for you, so he actually worries about what happens to you. Plus, Yaga would punch him in the afterlife if you got hurt.
⢠Caregiver!Kusakabe, who sometimes cannot bear to look at you. For sentimental reasons, you have some of the principalâs belongings. He feels sad and empty seeing you wear a t-shirt that clearly isnât your size, emblazoned with Yagaâs favourite band logos.
Sometimes your mannerisms reflect his, likely picked up unconsciously. Itâs amusing to see a girl your age raise a fist in anger and even more so when she actually punches something.
What wipes the subtle smile off Kusakabeâs face is when you talk like him, too. Excessive cursing, yelling with a rough edge, chewing off the ends of sentences, itâs like talking to a mini-Yaga. Spending time with you breaks and rebuilds him in cycles. One time, when you watch a sports channel with him and argue with the commentator in such a familiar way, it gets too much, and he has to dash to the bathroom.
That shit came out of nowhere. He doesnât cry but it was a close call. ⢠Caregiver!Kusakabe, who sometimes catches you looking at pictures and videos of Yaga on your phone and slowly, awkwardly closes the door to let you be.
⢠Caregiver!Kusakabe, who used to prefer being at his sisterâs because his apartment was too lonely. But now, with you there, itâs lively.
He takes pictures of your shoes next to his, the books you leave on the kitchen counter, the almost-empty spice jars he barely used before, the finally worn-down pencils. All evidence of your presence. Proof that heâs able to provide safety for you. The picture are sent to Yagaâs phone later, even if no one will look at them anymore. ⢠Caregiver!Kusakabe, who starts taking the jujutsu bullshit more seriously. Meaning, he doesnât just stop at taking measurements for himself and his sister, he begins taking more initiative at Jujutsu High and training the students as well.
Heâd always had a feeling you wouldnât be very elegant in your fighting style, likely due to a certain influence. But when he actually sees you spar, throwing punches with no regard for your bones or flesh, heâs more than a little surprised.
Fuck him up, brat. (âĽďšâĽ)
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