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summary : have some miguel fluff, this mf has been driving me insane,,, also first post so HIIIII !!!
miguel! who makes it so painfully obvious to everyone around him that he’s achingly in love with you.
miguel! who ever so discreetly lets his gaze linger on your figure for more than a few seconds after you turn away, trying to burn the image of you smiling stupidly over something you were just telling him about in his mind.
miguel! who tries to compliment you - something along the lines of: “good job today, you did quite well.” which is the highest form of praise that you’ll get from him - who even tries initiating some sort of physical contact, such as giving you a firm pat on the shoulder, hoping that you’ll eventually catch on. but you don’t, and miguel can feel himself growing even more frustrated. frustrated with himself, because he’s so emotionally constipated that he can’t find the courage or balls to verbally admit his feelings to you, and frustrated with you because you’re so oblivious to his.. flirting tactics?
miguel! who has memorised your favourite foods and drinks like the back of his hand, so each time you find yourself unable to head down to the cafeteria, you find a bag with your favourite food sitting nicely on your desk with a note attached to it saying, ”you shouldn’t neglect lunch. – M” and you find yourself smiling warmly at the gesture, unable to calm down the loud beating of your heart.
miguel! who has such a soft spot for you that it’s ridiculous just how easily he lets you get away with some things— he can’t bring himself to lecture you, not when the way you look at him is enough to send his heart flying to the moon and back.
miguel! who shudders the first time you let your fingers graze over his cheek, inspecting the newest slash across his skin from his most recent mission. there’s a concerned look present on your face, brows knitted into a frown as you lecture him about being more careful, but miguel doesn’t hear a single word that leaves past your lips; his senses are so full of you that he finds it incredibly difficult to concentrate on anything you’re saying. your touch is gentle against his heated skin, so light and tender that he find himself leaning into it. the feeling is intoxicating, and like a moth to flame, miguel starts craving it even more now that he’s had a taste of it.
miguel! who would part endless seas with his own bare hands for the sake of your smile, and for the way you ever so sweetly call out his name when he’s half asleep, exhausted from the amount of work that he’s drowning himself into. for the way you gently drape a blanket over his broad shoulders and rub his back, immediately making him melt into your touch. and especially, for the way you simply reciprocated all of his feelings through small gestures and sweet nothings whispered throughout the intimacy of a silence only you and him could share.
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