𝐿𝓊𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓇𝓎 || Yandere!Tamaki x reader x Mirio

13. Game Over

          [TW: MENTIONS OF DEATH]

You're upset. Tamaki and Mirio both know that, because they're watching you from the car across the street, staring through your window. They wanted to check up on you after what had happened, and also make sure that prick Shigaraki wasn't there stalking you. And he wasn't. But that doesn't mean he could be there later.

Right now, you're wrapped in a blanket, binge eating chips while you rewatch specific scenes in some romance anime you like. You had been crying for a bit, and it seemed that you needed a distraction, so you were watching this, as a little escape from reality. All Mirio and Tamaki wanted to do was go over there and hug you, comfort you, and tell you that everything was going to be okay. But they knew they couldn't. They had more pressing matters they needed to deal with first.

"He's not here. Where do we go now?" Tamaki asked.

"To his place. He'll be there eventually, and we should check around and see if we find anything interesting." Mirio answered, starting the car. It was strange, how the teens were acting so casual when they were about to take a man's life, something neither of them had done before. But they knew they were too far in to get out of this. Even if they wanted to, they couldn't.

Tamaki and Mirio were both crazy about you. And not in a good way. They were obsessed with you. The way you carried yourself, the way you talked and acted, your looks, just everything. Like Mirio said before, they'd both do anything for you. If that meant murder, then so be it.

Tenko Shimura was a parasite. He was a leech trying to attach himself to you. Trying to take you away and keep you for himself. He was dangerous, and no matter how much you tried to get rid of him, he would come back.

A charge for breaking and entering would only last so long. Restraining orders expire. They needed to do something to keep you safe from this monster forever. So, they had to put him down.

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They parked at an old apartment complex, which seemed abandoned. Barley anyone lived there, and it was almost like a ghost town.

Despite how vacant the complex was, Mirio still wanted to be cautious, so the two parked the car far away so no cameras could see and entered through the back door.

Inside was a cramped studio apartment. It was disgusting and cluttered, trash, wrappers, and instant noodle cups littered all over the place. In the middle of the flat, there was a tv that was connected to a console right in front of a couch. Under the tv stand, there were tons of video games.

There were no pictures of family or anyone, just things about video games, taxes, and some old checks from his work. Next to the tv and couch was a bed, unmade, the sheets all messy and covered with stains. Under it was an old nudie magazine that seemed untouched. And beside the magazine, there was a shoebox.

They opened the box up, and what they found shocked them. Pictures of you. Dozens. No, even more than that. Ones of you going through your ordinary day, ones of you sleeping, ones of you eating, and ones of you changing. Tamaki had to admit, he was a little jealous that he didn't think of that. Still, it was disgusting how he objectified and violated your privacy like that. Shigaraki needed to be stopped. And thank god they were here, because who knows what could've happened with those photos.

Mirio picked some up for himself, stuffing them into his pocket. "You take half and I take half."

After collecting the photographs, Tamaki and Mirio prepared themselves. A few footsteps were leading up the staircase right towards the hall, and they both knew who it was. Nervously, Tamaki took Mirio's hand. They were about to kill someone. For you. So much could go wrong, and Tamaki couldn't stop thinking about the possibilities of what could happen.