"Through with you." Miguel Ohara x FEM y/n || ANGST, FLUFF, COLD HARD SMUT ||

Forgive me

yum

——Miguel POV
The days are getting increasingly long, and his hours of sleep are declining at a fast rate. He didn't want to admit he needed you, but he needed you. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't eat, and he couldn't even work because everything reminded him of you. He hated the feeling of intimacy, but he loved the feeling of you. He loved everything from your hair down to your toes, he loved the way your hair fell in front of your face when it was down, he loved the way you smelled, and he loved the way you would walk through the halls, looking for him. And most importantly, he... he liked you... or at least he thought he did... before pushing you away. After he did so, he realised.. he'd rather have every universe in the world collapse at your mercy, he'd rather throw himself off a bridge than see you cry... he'd rather stab himself in the gut before ever putting you in harm's way.

He loved you. Now, all he needed to do was show you, the best he could at least, how much he yearned for you.

Miguel was sitting. He was sitting on his little office platform. Sitting there, zoning out, and he was sitting there waiting... waiting for an anomaly to be announced in your universe... it had been hours.. days.. almost weeks that he had just been sat there. Of course he left every now and then, to shower, eat, sleep, but not all without setting his watch on the highest volume, never taking it off.. just so he wouldn't miss a single second that he could've spent.. helping you.

It was getting to a point where, perhaps he would just have to show up out of no where, no anomaly, no villains, just him, and a bouquet of flowers.

He tapped his finger repeatedly and steadily on his desk, slouching over in a thinking position. He had spaced out ages ago, but his mind was still trained like a hawk to listen out for your universe... 46290.

fizzz... Pop!

"Heyyaaa..." Lyla floated around Miguel's head. "Hey." She poked his face. "Helloooo..?" Miguel ignores her.

"I have no time to waste on you Lyla." Miguel says. He puts a hand on his temple and leans forward.

"You sure..? Cuz it looks like you're not doing anything" She hits him in the head with a virtual hammer.

"Stop it."

"Stop what?" She lies on her stomach and kicks her feet in his face.

"What- what do you mean what?" He looks at her and gives her a side eye.

"This?" She climbs on his shoulder and says into his ear.

"Ye-"

"Or this..?" She twirls his hair in her tiny hand.

"Yes-"

"How about this?" She suddenly forms a life size version of herself and she pushes Miguel's chair, causing him to topple off of it.

"LYLA!" He grits through his teeth, he lets out an annoyed groan.

"I'm tired of you sitting on your ass and not doing anything about y/n" She is now tiny again and she crosses her arms.
"It's been three days since HQ has last made contact with her, and when we did, we saw, she had a huge 1 inch deep cut stretching from her upper ribcage down to her abdomen." She pointed three fingers at Miguel angrily.

Miguel's eye brows furrowed.
"What.?" He said.

Lyla looked at him weird.
"Did Hobie not come in to give his report?" Lyla asks.

"He did but he never mentioned.. her." He says.

"Well, she nearly got sliced in half thanks to your poor planning." Lyla says, she's now on her back arms crossed behind her head and legs one over the other.