Miguel O'Hara x Female Reader One-Shots

Tragedy - Part 1

(MIGUELS POV)

Miguel was finishing the last touches on his new house, finally ready after weeks of moving and building furniture. He just relaxed on the couch when someone knocked on the door. He grunted under his breath before going to open. He saw you in front of him, looking at you with a raised brow. "Uh.. Hi, how can I help you?" Miguel questioned. 'Hi, is this Miguel O'Hara's house?' (Y/N) asked politely, "That's me, yes" Miguel answers wondering what you wanted since he found you looking odd. " My son? My sweet sweet little boy" I said then suddenly getting worried about him "What happened to him?!" Miguel asked worriedly ' He uhm suddenly got hit by a bus and he sadly didn't make it, I was his school teacher' (Y/N) quietly told him.

(YOUR POV)

"No..... no, no, NO!" Miguel looked at you in shock before quickly turning into pure anger, " HOW? HOW COULD SOMETHING LIKE THAT HAPPEN?! He shouted at you wanting an answer, 'Well my name is Miss (Y/N) (L/N), he was walking from the school gate when the bus driver who has fallen asleep at the wheel ran him over, I tried to get Peter but it was too late. I am very sorry, Peter was a loving student.' I said. " NO! MY SON, I WILL AVENGE THIS" Miguel shouted, his fists clenched, his rage boiling inside him as he stared at you " YOU COULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING! WHY DID YOU JUST WATCH!!!" Miguel yelled at you, ' I tried to save him but by the time I got there it was TOO late Mr. O'Hara.' I tried to tell him calmly, He started saying " You FAILED him, just as that damnable bus driver" Miguel said through his teeth, his fists clenched behind his back as he watched you with an icy glare " I can never forgive the ones that caused this." Miguel said, I sighed and starting to speak up 'Look I shouldn't be saying this but Miguel as I stated I couldn't save him as the bus already hit him but as I do believe that he was pushed in front of the bus but as it is a police matter...' I said while looking down at the ground. "

 "... He was pushed?  By who? Who killed my baby boy" Miguel asked while frowning as he put his hands on his hips, ' As of now I do not know but the police are going through the footage from the school gate camera and here this was Peter's art works' I said softly, Miguel's expression softens slightly as you hand over the drawing to him. He examined it, and smiled a tired smile with a bittersweet feeling in his chest, " thank you.. he loved to draw..." Miguel said. "I do have to go back to the classroom to grab somethings if you want to come and get some of his drawings and books you are welcome to join' I said in a soft tone, Miguel thought about it for a moment, before nodding " Sure I'll come to your classroom. I want to see the rest of his drawings" Miguel said sadly. 'Let's go, hop in my car and we will head off' I said calmly.

Miguel sighs, feeling a slight reluctance to step in a strangers car, but he also wanted to collect his son's drawings. "Sure, okay." Miguel hops in your car. Once inside the car Miguel doesn't say a word, he just sits there staring out the window looking at the trees that are passing, his mind filled with a myriad of thoughts. A few minutes later we arrive at the school, Miguel gets out of the vehicle, stretching his legs before he enters the school. 

As we walk into the school, ' Okay my classroom is just over here' I pointed out, Miguel nods while following you. Once we get there, he looks at the rows of desks and chairs, "How long have you been a teacher for?" Miguel suddenly asked curiously, ' I have been a teacher for 4 years now as I'm only 27 years old' I say back to him. Suddenly Miguel smiles, slightly surprised. He expected you to have a lot more years or experience. "That's really young, you must of been the favorite of your students" Miguel says, trying to spark a conversation and getting to know you a little better, 'Yeah I guess I was but Peter favored me the most, he was my best student I couldn't ask for a better student, he was so quiet but yet so loud, shy but so bubbly at the same time ' I said to Miguel. Miguel's eyes softened as you described Peter as a great student, He looked fondly at you as well, " Sounds like my little boy..." He says with a sigh before going behind you desk and taking a seat, curious to see Peter's drawings.