[✔] ▼ 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝙱𝚒𝚝𝚎 ▲ Miguel O'Hara x Reader▼ 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟷/ 𝟸

▸ SIX ◂

More weeks had passed and you've fallen into a certain routine. You wake up, head to the cafeteria, sometimes do training, and a lot of times are just waiting for an anomaly to happen. There would be times when you'd lounge around with Jessica or meet up with Mary Jane.

One thing in particular, however, is that you 'coincidentally' run into Miguel everywhere you go. And a lot of times, he tries to stay around you. Whether it's keeping the conversation going, calling group meetings, asking to teach you some things, or bringing you to his office to work on your gear.

Yeah, you could tell something was up. And it's been quite some time that he's been doing this.

Although, you didn't mind it. You enjoy his company and admire him. He is a very good friend of yours, someone you've started to rely on ever since the two of you spoke of your past and shared a hug. And it's not a lie you find him super attractive.

"Hey, (y/n), having any trouble with your suit lately?" Miguel bumps into you.

You took this as an opportunity to test something out.

"Why? So you can spend more time with me?" You crossed your arms with a knowing smile.

Miguel was extremely awkward around you no matter what he did, and you found any given chance to tease him.

"What? No, just--you know-" He crossed his arms, trying to act nonchalant. His stuttering and the blush on his face did not help.

You shake your head with a laugh, "I'm just teasing."

Miguel glares at you, "Not funny."

"My suit has been working just fine, but thank you, Miguel." You reassure him.

He looked a little disappointed, "Well, what do you have planned for today?"

You take a second to ponder, "Hmm, I'm not sure. I suppose I was going to train or have a spa day-"

Miguel cuts in, curious, "What's a spa day?"

You light up at his question, "Have you ever pampered yourself? It's like using facemasks and massages and oils-"

"Like how women in the movies have cucumbers over their eyes?" He questions.

You giggle at his reference, "Perfect! Yes!"

"Mind if I join you?" Miguel tries to say casually, scratching the back of his neck.

Your cheeks grow pink, but you smile at him, "That would be nice."

- - - - -

You found yourself inviting Miguel into your room after the two of you showered in your separate rooms. Being next door to each other sure came in handy.

"Hey," his face brightened when you opened the door.

You grinned, "Glad you could make it!"

You lead him to your bathroom, proudly showing him your stash of beauty products and makeup.

"Wow, that's . . ." He looked through your counter-full, "quite the collection you got there."

You laughed, resting your hands on your hips with pride, "This past month I have finally finished moving in."

Miguel raised his brows at you, "Just recently?"

You shrug, "The anomalies kept me busy."

Miguel hummed and picked up a perfume labeled, 'Sex Drive'. He turned to you with a teasing look, "What's this supposed to be?"

Your face flares, snatching it out of his hands, "Well, you see--perfumes usually have weird names such as this." You tried to reason with him but he seemed unconvinced.