caregiver!Kusakabe x reader headcanons (╥﹏╥) 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, it’s from the character’s 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 principal’s execution was carried out quietly, without causing panic.
Yaga didn’t try to warn you. He knew you’d 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 you’d break him out.
He didn’t 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 didn’t want to risk your safety. Now, he probably misses his girl so, so much but hopes you won’t meet anytime soon.
Caregiver!Kusakabe is making sure of that.
• Caregiver!Kusakabe, who doesn’t give a shit about jujutsu politics if he’s 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, you’re coming with me Why? Well… about that…
• Caregiver!Kusakabe, who is completely clueless about what people your age need or like. Sure, he’s 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 can’t just say anything anymore. It doesn’t 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 doesn’t sleep during the first week. You’re calm and collected during the day, but when night falls, it’s 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 you’re having panic attacks. It’s 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 there’s guilt in him for not doing anything, Caregiver!Kusakabe can’t bring himself to face you like that yet. Caregiver!Kusakabe’s main concern is you slipping into depression. That’s never a good thing but in the middle of the chaos, it’s even less ideal and could be dangerous. You need to be on top of your game.
“You’re following a routine, right?” “Do you experience a loss in your interests?” “We can… talk… or whatever.” All sentences spoken with discomfort. He tried looking things up on the internet to monitor your mental well-being. Unfortunately, it’s a touchy subject and you tend to push him away.
He has no idea where the line is or exactly what to do, meanwhile, he’s 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 you’re unharmed as you curl up and sob. At this point, you’re 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, he’s just trying to reassure both of you. You’re unharmed, you’re unharmed, you’re unharmed…
In a way, he’s 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 principal’s belongings. He feels sad and empty seeing you wear a t-shirt that clearly isn’t your size, emblazoned with Yaga’s favourite band logos.
Sometimes your mannerisms reflect his, likely picked up unconsciously. It’s 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 Kusakabe’s face is when you talk like him, too. Excessive cursing, yelling with a rough edge, chewing off the ends of sentences, it’s 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 doesn’t 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 sister’s because his apartment was too lonely. But now, with you there, it’s 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 he’s able to provide safety for you. The picture are sent to Yaga’s phone later, even if no one will look at them anymore. • Caregiver!Kusakabe, who starts taking the jujutsu bullshit more seriously. Meaning, he doesn’t just stop at taking measurements for himself and his sister, he begins taking more initiative at Jujutsu High and training the students as well.
He’d always had a feeling you wouldn’t 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, he’s more than a little surprised.
Fuck him up, brat. (╥﹏╥)
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