blooming through the concrete [✔] (Miguel O'Hara x Reader)

Miguel slowly opens his eyes, scowling as he sees his disheveled state in the mirror. He wipes the sweat from his forehead and rests it against the mirror's cold surface, sighing with relief.

He looks down into the sink, keen on finding out what object could have caused him such pain and-

Yellow camellia petals coated in blood and spit are splattered across the pristine white sink.