#then two months later twelve stitches on the opposite side n lost a half a tooth

[thatsnotbuddies]

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[bereniceteeth]

Q/Kyūsaku Yumeno with a motherly/older sibling figure headcannons –

_NOTE: feel free to inform me if I gendered Q, their gender is non-confirmed/androgynous (I also want the reader to be gender neutral so tell me if I went wrong there as well); also this is just a small headcannon thing so its not that good lol

_WARNING(S): implied self-harm, murder, and past abuse/trauma; confinement/imprisonment; sadistic mindsets; (notify me if I have missed any)

Having been a long-time friend of Kōyō Ozaki and having provided useful for the Port Mafia as a pair of eyes under the guise of an average citizen – a nursing student. Ōgai Mori decided to keep you around to treat wounded Mafia members.

Another reason why is because Elise had taken a liking to you.

Although becoming a nurse was never because you registered emotions unconventionally. You just cared, although always knew when to stay silent and mind your own business.

Perfect for deception, is it not?

Around a year into your Mafia endeavours when Mori assigned Koyo to oversee a young boy, Chūya Nakahara. Mori assigned you to oversee and be a child’s caretaker.

Dogra Magra, Kyūsaku Yumeno’s ability, required someone to hurt them to take control over their mind. Thus, Mori thought it fit for you to oversee them.

Little Kyū was only six then. They were more paranoid and confused, instead of sadistic and chaotic.

After learning that you were a nurse, Kyū would stay silent and obedient to whatever you said, heads hanging down. Their eyes would always light up when they saw something they wanted to play with or inspect, but they never dared act. However, whenever you were not around, they would be a normal child.

Of course, later when they began to trust you, he admitted to having a fear and dislike of hospitals. Thus, lead them to mistrust you when they found out you were a nurse.

Slowly, Kyū became more comfortable around you. Well, you did take him into your home.

You loved your days at home. Little Kyū frequently skipped around the house with their doll, talking to the bandaged doll with an adorable smile stitched into their face, lost in their imagination ❤️

When at work, they would usually be attached to your hip, clinging to your leg or hand. They would sit on your desk quietly with a blank look on their face and clutching their doll, if you were busy working, especially if someone else was in the room. If you were having a break, they would swing their legs and softly smile up at you. You two would draw together then often.

Poor baby would get kicked around at base if you were not around :(

Around two years after you took them into your care, they began to have frequent nightmares and panic more easily. Maybe finally letting their defensive walls down had resurfaced past trauma?

But the paranoid and emotional Kyū would only show themselves at home, or in the middle of the night when they would run into your room for comfort. However, at the base they became a lot more smiley. The uncomfortable kind of smiley.

This is when their sadism started to develop.

Although, they were never really like that around you, only to the people who would push you two around.

In the beginning, Kyū would be stuck to your side because they knew that lower ranking members would have to suffer getting no treatment for wounds, no matter how major or minor, if they wronged you. If they were higher ranking, then well, it would not take long for Kōyō to find out.

You tried to guide them away from having a sadistic mentality toward humanity.

In the end, they preferred chaos over peace.

They began to steal razor blades and barbed wire to tie around their arms. You should have known. They did not hold your hand or cling to your leg all day. You know them, you know this is how they get their way.

They had walked around base, letting people push them aside, bump into them, knock their doll out of their hands.

They triggered their ability later that day. Many casualties occurred. Many you could not help, even Mori came down to assist for a small while before he left with executive Osamu Dazai. Taking Kyū with him.

You were not allowed to see or talk to Kyū for days.

 “Mori, please-”

“That kid has to be confined. You’re too busy to keep an eye on them, or just too soft on them,” Dazai intervened firmly from your left. He was never a fan of Kyū, he hated the innocent performance they would play. Strange isn’t it? Dazai, of all people, hates Kyū’s sadism. Either way, because of this, he was not fond of your persistence to take care of them. Despite him being friends with Sakunosuke Oda, a kind man who took in five orphans. “Stick to staying quiet.”

“(L/n), I apologize, but were going to have to retain them within lockdown.” Mori established monotonously, glaring directly into your eyes. You knew better than to challenge them, no matter how much you wanted to.

Kyū already hated humanity, themself. They hated confinement, it reminded them of the hospital.

You just want to take them home.

 It had been three years before Kyū could leave their prison. You spent a great deal of your time with them in that room, you still essentially provided everything for them. You even stayed the night sometimes.

 You opened the heavy metal door leading into Kyū’s ‘room’, the screech of hinges made Kyū jolt awake. They gazed at you in the doorway and flopped back onto the pillow with a smile on his face. You chuckled as you shut the door, hearing the guard situated just outside the door lock it behind you. You sat at the foot of the paint and marker covered white bed, placing your hand softly on his leg underneath the blanket.

“Sorry I came so early; you can still sleep if you want.” You spoke tenderly. It was just past sunrise. Today was the day that Mori gave you a whole day off and allowed you to use your time to take Kyū back home. Only for the day, unfortunately.

“Why so early…” Kyū whined tiredly, turning on their side facing the wall opposite you and cuddled their battered doll closer.

“I’ve got a day off,” You smiled as you studied the various papers of pencil and marker drawings, displaying many gruesome scenes, some being scrawls of colour. You also saw what looked like a sketch of yourself peeking out from under the pile. “And for today… you can come home.”

They immediately shot up, mouth agape, breath getting heavier by the second. Their brown eyes lit up, their unique star and oval pupils sparkling. Tears. They let out a rocky breath and their arms began shaking.

“Home…?”

 The first day you got to bring them back home, Kyū pressed toward their room and stood in the doorway. You spent a good hour and a half comforting a sobbing Kyū, hugging them and their doll when they dropped on their knees.

Baby missed having a home :(

Once a month you would get to see Kyū for the whole day, you two would spend all day at home, they would smile and act like a normal child.

(expect the occasional comment about wanting to break and kill Dazai-)

 Although, they are still sadistic and have a deep love for chaos. It is only with you that they will be tame.

Kyū and you would have small clothing hauls, you cannot help but spoil them at home, their favourite item is the red circular sling bag with an animal’s face and the black coat.

You even brought little accessories for their doll.

BABY LOVES HUGS.

 You were lying contently on your living room lounge watching a crime show that played on the television, while taking glimpses at twelve-year-old Kyū drawing their doll in a sketchbook you brought them recently. They were not sketching as enthusiastically as they usually would, however.

They huffed and dropped the brown pencil, picked up their doll and abruptly flopped on top of you, lying down as well. You lifted an arm to pat their head and run your fingers through their black and white hair.

“You okay?”

“Yeah… I’m tired.” They muttered and groaned. “But I do not want to sleep, I’m tired without the sleepiness. You know?”

“That’s all good, you can stay there if you want.” You had a suspicion they were feeling depressed, which is anything new unfortunately. Home is the only place they have ever let their guard down.

You turn your head back toward the television screen, where the crime scene of a grotesque murder was displayed.

“That’s what I’m going to do to Mr. Dazai.”

“Kyūsaku you will nOT-”

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(might do a part two as an actual oneshot, and better written lol)