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interminable-ecstasy · 11 months
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Yandere Mirio & Tamaki X Reader
this is my first yandere post so please give me a break
in this scenario, you have already been kidnapped and this is a description of what it's like. !mentions of abuse!
Tamaki is the more gentle of the two; keeping his distance when you first arrived, and when you slowly started getting adjusted to your new 'life' he was the gentle parent. He was patient with your yelling, taught you the rules, and even when to tread lightly around Mirio.
Mirio was a little stricter. He also kept his distance at first, bringing you meals everyday, attempting small talk every now and then. But when you got more comfortable, he took on the disciplinary role. He was still gentle, but sometimes when you got too loud or in his space, bad things happened.
Tamaki is the one that comforts you after the punishment, holding when you cry, sometimes even bandaging you or taking care of bruises. He reassures you that Mirio didn't mean it, often muttering something along the lines of, "You know not to push him, baby, he gets stressed out."
He was your emotional support...in a way.
Until...
You heard Tamaki yell at you only once. You had just attempted to run away. Mirio was carrying back to that horrid house on his shoulder. They brought you inside, and you could tell Mirio was about to go off, until Tamaki pushed him aside.
He started screaming at you, yelling how it was dangerous and how you could've gotten hurt, and what could have happened. Tears were rolling down his face, and at some point he had a death grip on your wrist, his hand close to crushing the bone.
You'd never heard him be aggressive towards you. Mirio you expected this behavior from, but from him? You were sobbing when he finally stopped, body shaking. He was terrifying, quirk activated and eyes staring into you.
After that, Tamaki left quickly. You were left alone in the room Mirio used for isolation, when you needed 'alone time' after a punishment.
Togata walked in and sat down with you. "Hey, he- he didn't mean to blow up like that, you know."
You stayed silent, holding your wrist. Mirio saw your hand. "Can i see it?"
He gently pulled your wrist towards him and examined the bruise. It was already a dark brown. "I know he was scary in there, but he would never hurt you on purpose. He loves you. We love you."
Tamaki walked in, shame written on his expression. "B-baby?"
As he took a step forward, you instinctively moved back into the corner, tears already forming. He hesitated.
"Maybe you should come back another time," Mirio said.
The purple haired boy walked out of the room, looking ready to cry.
After that day, the two boys learned a lesson. Mirio was a lot more gentle and permissive, discovering that you were aggressive simply because of the stress he put you under mentally. Amajiki learned his lesson to never raise his voice. Ever since the night you ran, he argued with Mirio once, and the minute you heard him raise his voice, you started crying. Both him and Mirio heard you from the living room and rushed to the bedroom to comfort you, assure you everything was okay.
Maybe your attempted escape did more good than bad.
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"Dont Leave"
We held each other. I rested my head on their chest, crying, sobbing. I wanted to scream. I wanted to vomit. I wanted to…I didn’t know what I wanted to do. 
I wanted to let everything out. 
He held me. He stroked my hair, kissed my forehead, told me to let it all out, that everything was going to be okay. 
It hurt. It wasn’t going to be okay. I'm not okay. 
I shouldn’t be putting this on him, he shouldn't have to sit through this. 
I cry even harder at that thought. I want to push away, but at the same time I think if I let go I’ll die. That everything will shatter. That the one person that I actually feel something towards might disappear or leave me. 
“Please don't leave me,” I sob. “I love you, I’m sorry.”
He lets out a quiet ‘shh’ and kisses the top of my head as he rubs my back. “It’s okay, don’t be sorry. There’s nothing to be sorry for. I’m not going anywhere.”
I clung to him, gripping his shirt so hard that my knuckles turned white, and I could feel my fingertips digging through the fabric and into my palms. 
I kept whispering, “Don't leave, please, don’t go.”
“I love you baby,” he says. He moves us so that we’re laying next to each other, my head buried in his chest as I sniffle. God, I must’ve looked pathetic. 
He keeps whispering as he holds me. “I’m not going. I got you. I’m here. It’s gonna be okay, I got you.”
Authors Note: am i jealous of a relationship that I created? Yes, yes I am.
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