Chapter Text
[ 1:59 AM ]
Tamaki stands in front of Mirio’s door, his whole body trembling. His breathing was shaky, but he tried not to hyperventilate. He bit his lip as not to burst sobbing and scratched the back of his palms just to keep the image out of his mind. But he just couldn’t shrug it off.
He knocked on the door gently. Then he looked around the dark hall, hoping nobody was watching him. Hoping nobody had followed him.
Just then, the door unlocked and Mirio peeked out.
“T-Tamaki?” the golden blonde said sleepily.
“Mirio,” Tamaki said shakily. “I don’t know what to do.”
Mirio could sense the disturbance in his aura, especially the thick, unstable panic. “Why? What happened?”
The smaller boy looked up at his boyfriend, his eyes teary and filled to the brim with unrest and fear. He looked insufferably scared and painfully anxious. It was exactly like he’d just seen someone die.
“S-someone,” he started, his tear-stained cheeks turning bright pink from pale. “Someone touched me…”
Mirio’s face went from friendly worry to the face you made when you thought you’ve seen a ghost. The way Tamaki said it made the blonde get scared (which was normal, but it almost barely happened). He looked so traumatized and afraid, like he was pleading for someone to help him. And he wanted to be that someone.
“Come inside,” Mirio told him, stepping back to leave him some space.
Tamaki shuffled inside as the other checked the hallways before closing the door shut behind them. They both sit on the bed, both the smaller boy’s hands in Mirio’s.
“Do you remember what he looked like?” he asked him.
He shook his head, biting his lip. “It was t-too dark. I couldn’t see anything.”
“Does your body hurt anywhere? Should we tell the teachers?”
When he heard that last question, he panicked and shook his head continuously. “No, no, no… Please, Mirio… Please don’t tell anyone…”
The blonde sees this and hugs the boy and runs his fingers through his hair. “Okay, okay. I won’t tell anyone. I’m right here for you, okay?”
Tamaki nods weakly, hugging the blonde’s chest as he cries. “M-Mirio… It hurts…” His voice cracks as he says this. “It all hurts so much…”
“What hurts?” Mirio asks softly, squeezing the boy a little.
“M-My hole,” he hiccupped, sobbing. “I feel so disgusting… I just wanna d-die…”
“Shh,” the blonde hushed, his face already buried in the crook Tamaki’s neck. He felt like crying as well because seeing Tamaki in so much pain just broke his heart. He felt like he’d failed him because he wasn’t there to protect him from whoever asshole decided to get into his pants. But he wanted to put that aside and focus on what was happening right now. He wanted to help Tamaki feel better even if it was the last thing he was going to do.
“Tamaki,” he said, cupping the boy’s face. “Don’t say that, okay? I’m right here. Nobody can hurt you anymore.”
Tamaki looked at him and cried softly, touching his face. “I just… feel so dirty… so disgusting… Like I’ve betrayed you or something…”
“You didn’t!” he smiled for him. “It wasn’t your fault. None of it. And you’re not disgusting, alright? I still love you.”
The smaller boy sniffled, his voice cracking. “I love you too.”
He wiped the tears away from Tamaki’s face and kissed his nose. “We’ll work this out. I promise.”
Tamaki, finally feeling safe and reassured, smiled. “Okay.”