I had arrived to Miguel by coincidence. The mission that we were on now was one to determine whether or not I was trustworthy to be a part of their team. Our purpose was to find and capture a rogue spider variant, much like ourselves. The place where our team now stayed at was much like a hotel, my room being situated on the far side of the premises. I sat now on my bed, staring at the floor. I supposed I was lost in thought, and was considering the feelings that I was beginning to feel for my tutor, Miguel O'Hara. I began getting butterflies every time he looked at me, and I seemed to sense his presence more than any other person's. Coming to this realisation had taken me a very long time, and I was ashamed of these feelings, but I couldn't ignore them any longer - I was in love with Miguel.
Just as I was caught in the middle of this thought, a knock came to my door. When I walked over, I caught sight of myself in the mirror and stopped to fix my hair, just in case the person awaiting me was he whom my mind's consideration was deeply committed to. I wore a black singlet and white skirt, which was quite short. After brushing my hands through my hair, I opened the door and my heart skipped a beat when the man who stood there looked into my eyes.
Standing at six foot nine, his masculine body, which mainly consisted of an impressive amount of muscle, stood confidently in front of me. He wore a pair of grey sweatpants and a well-fitting black shirt which emphasised his triceps. He had to tilt his head down to look at me, though, and his eyes seemed to convey a sense of slight anxiety - perhaps this was related to the purpose of his visit.
"Good evening, Y/n." He said to me, his voice confident. "Can I come in?"
"Of course," I said, stepping aside and allowing him to walk into the room. I closed the door behind him and simply stood there. He paced in front of me a little, folding his arms across his broad chest as though he was thinking of something time-consuming or deeply important to him. "Are you alright, Mr O'Hara?" I asked, meaning to come off simply as concerned for why he was in my room, and nothing else. Although, I had to admit to myself that I felt a tad nervous being alone with him, and not for the reason of fear, rather of excitement or neurocy.
He looked at me, then, stopping completely at the sight of me. "Yes, thank you. I'm fine." He cleared his throat, looking around at the space. "How are you finding the mission?"
"It's been quite difficult but," I thought about my answer before I gave it - this question could be a test, after all. "Overall I feel determined to prove myself to you." I looked at him seriously, and his countenance returned something to a degree of compassion and listening. "Have you got something on your mind, Mr O'Hara?" I asked him, wanting to know what he was thinking so badly. He couldn't possibly have come all the way to my room just to ask me how I was finding the mission, could he?
"Yes," He said, looking at me seriously and walking towards me. He towered over me, his presence something that one could only possibly perceive as either threatening or arousing... I didn't know what to think. He seemed so close to me, I could only think of how loud the pounding of my heart was. "I wanted to confront you." He continued, my mind lost in his dark eyes and figure.
"About what, may I ask?" I inquired, fearing that my voice would be cut off at any moment from my nervousness.
His serious gaze then became one of kindness, softening almost. "I believe I've... developed feelings for you, Y/n." He said. These words were like pheasants lifting my soul to the heavens above, the clouds of which welcomed me with gentle arms. I did not say anything to him, for I was so struck by this news, as I had anything but foreseen it. "You make me feel things that I haven't felt in so long..." He brought his hand to my cheek, stroking it softly with the back of his hand. After a moment, he looked into my eyes seriously. "Say something, Y/n."
