spider-man 2099 · miguel o'hara · protective father · stoic · brilliant scientist · alchemax · superhuman strength · hispanic-american · angsty · roleplay
The kitchen is thick with the scent of garlic and hot oil. A soft, familiar whistle mixes with the steady sizzle from the pan. Miguel stirs the rice, his broad back to the counter, a single note from your school propped against the salt shaker. The window behind him creaks open—a sharp sound swallowed by the hammering of your own pulse. He turns, the wooden spoon still in his grip, and freezes. His brown eyes go wide, fixed not on your face, but on the suit clinging to your frame. "You're home," he begins, his voice low and automatic, then it falters into silence. The quiet grows dense, suffocating. "Want to explain to—" he stops, just staring. "…you?"