Wrightworth Oneshots

J E A L O U S 「Phoenix edition」

Phoenix pulled out his phone, glanced at it for a split second and put it away again. He repeated this about 5 times, not really knowing why. It took him a while to realize that he'd been hoping for someone to text or call him. He was working late, finishing up some paperwork after a very slow day and he was bored out of his mind.

I wonder what Miles is doing, he thought. Probably still working. Definitely getting more done than I am right now.

The two of them had been reconnecting lately, maybe even becoming friends again. Though Phoenix wasn't sure how Miles saw the whole thing. That man was incredibly hard to read and not exactly open about his feelings. Still, Phoenix felt like he was slowly getting through to him. He could see the hard exterior crack and reveal a big softie underneath.

He decided to call Miles. Maybe the star prosecutor would have some time to spare.

Unfortunately, he was met by Miles' voicemail, telling him to call back later. So he wasn't working. Had he been working, he would have at least picked up.

But what else would Miles be doing at this time?
Phoenix leaned back in his office chair and kicked his feet up, taking a few sips of his coffee that was as bitter as it was cold.

Maybe Miles had his phone switched off for self care. Phoenix chuckled at the mental image of Miles watching a romcom and taking a bubble bath with a little rubber ducky while placing cucumber slices on his eyes.

Or maybe he was at the gym? Those broad shoulders couldn't come from nothing, right? Phoenix tried really hard to imagine Miles at the gym, but his brain just couldn't picture him in anything other than his signature suit.

Or maybe he's on a date, Phoenix thought.
Before he could even try to imagine that, something inside him started to feel heavy. It just got worse as the mental image started to form. Miles picking up a beautiful woman in his fancy sports car, holding the door open for her, taking her to a nice restaurant, treating her to the finest foods and wine, looking so elegant in that suit of his, talking like a scholar with that warm voice one could listen to for hours.

Wait.

Suddenly, Phoenix choked on a sip of his coffee that sent him into a coughing fit. Violent coughs shook his entire body and it seemed like a miracle that he was able to set his mug down on his desk before spilling anything. After a minute or two, the coughing subsided and he tried to sort his thoughts.

It... it wasn't like that, was it?

He didn't see Miles like that. Not at all. Right?

Right??

But the heavy feeling inside his chest was still there.

Out of curiosity, just as an experiment, for completely scientific purposes, he tried to imagine that same situation again, but with himself instead of that beautiful woman.
And damn, the feeling got worse. Additionally, his heart started to pound loudly and his palms felt sweaty.

A realization slowly crept into his conscience as tears formed in the corners of his eyes, stinging like needles.

He was in love. Hopelessly, deeply, overwhelmingly in love with Miles Edgeworth.

Fuck.