𝐿𝓊𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓇𝓎 || Yandere!Tamaki x reader x Mirio

42. Cured

[TW: MENTIONS OF DEATH]

You had been doing a lot better since the night Mirio and Tamaki had saved you, but better wasn't enough. Chisaki would be coming back soon. You knew that, and so did they. And they knew he wasn't going down without a fight.

But since that night, since they saved you, Tamaki and Mirio vowed to never let Kai hurt you or go near you again. So they were going to kill him.

Now, the two both knew he would be much more difficult to kill than Dabi or Shigaraki, considering he was a yakuza boss and had a whole gang behind him. But Mirio wasn't too worried. He had connections of his own.

One of the perks to being as popular, charming, and charismatic was that Mirio was a people person. He knew everyone. And when he meant everyone, he meant everyone. That even included a small gang of delinquents around his age. Somehow, Mirio managed to befriend the group, and they were on good terms.

That's how he got backup that night when he got your text, telling him that your ex was there, and bad things were going to happen. That's how he saved you.

But now Mirio had to do even more than just save you. He had to cure you of the disease that was Kai Chisaki. Kai was never going to let you go. Everyone knew that. So Mirio and Tamaki were going to have to force him to.

And here Tamaki and Mirio were, standing over you, watching as you slept. You looked so peaceful, and if it weren't for them having to get rid of your ex, they would've joined you. "A-are you sure we should go now? What if she wakes up?"

"Then we just tell her we went to get her a present for her anniversary. It has been three months since we started dating, after all." Mirio answered with a shrug.

"W-what if she doesn't buy it? I mean, who buys an anniversary gift at t-twelve-thirty in the morning?" Tamaki doubted.

"Someone who wants to make it a surprise," Mirio told him. "Plus, I slipped some sleeping meds into her and Eri's drinks at dinner, so they both should be out cold."

"You what? M-mirio what the fuck?" Tamaki exclaimed angrily, glaring at him.

"Relax, it won't hurt either of them. They might be knocked out for a little longer than usual, but that's it." Mirio reassured, calming him.

He cupped Tamaki's chin, tilting it upwards and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "They'll be fine. I promise. Now let's go. I don't want to keep Haruto waiting."

--

"Are you sure we should be wasting all of this time on some girl? What if the cops find us?" One of Overhaul's men asked. It's not like Chisaki wanted to be here, in this disgusting filthy warehouse they were hiding at, figuring out his next move to get you back. It was ridiculous.

Kai stood up from his chair, grabbing the man by the collar and slamming him against the wall, and pulling out a pistol from his back pocket, putting it against his subordinate's temple. "She's not some girl. She's my girl, got it? And when I get her back, you will address her as such."

The man, now completely silent besides some fearful whimpers, nodded vigorously. He gritted his teeth, when Overhaul cocked the pistol against his forehead, arming it. After a tense moment or two, Chisaki let him go, turning away, and causing the man to fall to the floor.

Suddenly, Overhaul whipped back around, shooting him right in between his eyes. He slipped his still smoking weapon back into his pocket, looking over at his men. "Let that be a lesson to all of you to not question how I plan things or spend my time. Especially not when it's over (y/n)."

"Damn, that's cold. Even for you."

Kai's eyes locked with a set of familiar ones, a look of dread and terror crossing his masked face. He reached in his back pocket, preparing to pull out his pistol. "What the hell do you want?"

--

Mirio parked at the abandoned warehouse, noticing that it was oddly quiet. The two walked up two the huge rusty old doors, Mirio giving a secret knock. After a moment or two, one of the delinquents opened the door, letting Tamaki and Mirio in.

"Aww, damn. Did we miss out on all the fun?" Mirio asked, glancing at the scattered carcasses that were spread all around. The scent of blood, gun powder, and death hung heavily in the air, making Tamaki wince slightly.

"Don't worry, we saved the best for last." Mirio's friend and leader of the gang, Haruto, patted his shoulder.

With the snap of Haruto's fingers, one of his men turned on an old flickering lightbulb, Chisaki sitting right under it, bloody and beaten, tied up and gagged. Mirio and Tamaki smiled at the sight.

"Could you give us a bit of alone time?" Mirio asked, and Haruto nodded, having him and all his men clear out.

"Well, well, where should we begin?" Tamaki and Mirio circling the older man, like sharks in blood-filled water. "Since you've been so horrible to (y/n), I think we should give you a special treatment. Right, Tamaki?"

Tamaki nodded, a sick, demented expression on his face. Mirio pulled out a knife, tossing it to Tamaki. The blue-haired boy pulled off Overhaul's gloves, leaving his hands now bare. "T-these hands. You really like to k-keep them clean. Even though you filthied them by harming and deflowering our precious (y/n)."

"That's right. She's ours now. And she'll never be yours again." Mirio watched as Tamaki got closer and closer, holding the knife shakily with blood lust and adrenaline.

Then, Tamaki began to cut Chisaki's fingers off, one by one, listening to his muffled screams. Then his hands, and then, eventually his forearms. "This is for hurting (y/n). This is for breaking and manipulating her. And this is for scaring her and trying to take her from us."

With that, Mirio shot him in the head, putting him out of his misery. Satisfied, the boys left, going back to you, and letting the gang deal with the bodies.

Little did they know, someone was watching and saw everything that happened. Someone knew Tamaki and Mirio's deepest, darkest secret.

(A/N: HERE WE GOOOO AAGSGSG

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