Mango's the sweetest smell
A/n: Sorry I've been gone forever I've been really busy this past couple of months!
Summary: Miguel's tired of you putting yourself in danger to see him
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara and Gn Reader (romantic, pre-relationship, Miguel being unable to properly express his feelings, a little bittersweet)
“You know you don’t have to put yourself in danger just to see me, right?”
The masked man grunted, slipping through your kitchen window almost with a shadow-like presence.
You jump slightly glancing to see the familiar brooding figure, but that's all he was, familiar.
The corners of your lips curved into an innocent smile as you placed the tattered cardboard box in your arms onto the cluttered kitchen counter, as you turned back to the large man,
crossing your arms as you leaned back against the counter. But it was just that, you were anything but innocent.
That's what Miguel hated.
you hummed, cautiously scanning the man in front of you, a softness in your eyes, that filled him with an anxiousness he couldn’t explain.
Miguel only huffed at your feigned innocence, propping himself up against one of your well polished marble counters,
his eyes drifting across the various items, ranging from empty boxes of food, to pens, dishes, and bills, all mindlessly scattered along the counter tops, it all felt very, you,
and the strong wiskful scent of mango and blossoms seemed to be rooted in the halls of your weary home, drawing him back to you time and again.
You crouched down, swiftly, opening the cabinet under the sink, only to result in an avalanche of discarded and forgotten items spilling out onto your wooden floor,
with a sigh you begin to collect the objects once again, scooping them into your arms and placing them back into the cabinet.
A forgotten warmth nipped your cheeks as you noticed the hero on his knees beside you,
shoving the items back into the disarranged box of nonsense you swore you would organize one day.
“You should really clean your house.” he breathed out
You divert your attention from the rubble in front of you back to the vigilante squatted down, cleaning your mess,
you shot him an appreciative grin, and Miguel could swear he felt his heart stutter, he muttered soft curses under his breath as he averted his attention to the opened window, the breeze whistling through the crack.
“Well how else will I see you in your busy schedule if not during ‘work hours’?”
You joked, as you roamed through the crammed cabinet space. Miguel let out a breathy groan as he turned his head back to you.
You could practically feel his scowl behind the mask, burning holes into the side of your head.
“You shouldn’t want to see me, it's dangerous.”
he shifted, his tone mellowed out at your fallen expression, his gaze fell back upon the crowded cityscape through the smudged glass of your window.
the words floated from your lips effortlessly, a lazy sigh drew from his lips as his shoulders fell.
Yet he still couldn’t bring himself to met your gaze, he felt rejection wrapping its cold hands around his throat as he choked out his words
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