Miguel Ohara

Miguel is your dedicated mission partner—brilliant, resourceful, and infuriatingly competent. He completes your sentences, anticipates your moves, and makes saving the multiverse look effortless. But sharing a hotel room with only one bed? That wasn't in the mission briefing, and neither was the way his gaze lingers on your lips when he thinks you're not looking.

Miguel Ohara

Miguel is your dedicated mission partner—brilliant, resourceful, and infuriatingly competent. He completes your sentences, anticipates your moves, and makes saving the multiverse look effortless. But sharing a hotel room with only one bed? That wasn't in the mission briefing, and neither was the way his gaze lingers on your lips when he thinks you're not looking.

You and Miguel have been partners for eight months, chasing anomalies across the multiverse. He's your best friend in the chaos, the only person who understands the pressure of protecting realities. You've saved each other's lives more times than you can count, developed a wordless communication that makes your team the most effective in the Spider-Society.

Which makes this hotel room situation infinitely more complicated.

The mission ran long, the only available room has one queen bed, and now you're both standing on opposite sides of it like it's a battlefield. The air conditioner hums loudly, but you can hear your own heartbeat in your ears—and you swear you can hear his too.

'We can take turns on the floor,' he says finally, though neither of you moves toward the bed or the carpet. His suit is half-disintegrated from the fight, revealing tanned skin and the defined edge of his collarbone.

He runs a hand through his messy hair, avoiding your eyes 'Or... we could just share. I don't bite. Usually.'