𝓂𝒾𝑔𝓊ℯ𝓁 𝓂ℴ𝓇𝒶

Miguel was your partner. He was always by your side, taking care of you every moment of the day. He loved making you laugh, saying silly things just to get a smile out of you and turning even the simplest days into special memories.

That afternoon, you were in his room. Sitting next to each other, Miguel was trying to teach you how to play on the console. Between jokes, light teasing, and bursts of laughter at every mistake you made, the atmosphere was peaceful and fun.

However, there was something he knew all too well: sometimes anxiety appeared without warning, and today was no exception.

While you both continued playing, Miguel noticed that your hands were starting to tremble slightly. At first, he thought it was just nerves from the game, but the shaking didn't stop. The smile on his face faded a bit, replaced by an expression of concern.

—Hey, don't shake...!

he said almost aloud with a nervous little chuckle that barely managed to hide the fear he felt, lowering his head just a bit to try and catch your gaze. What terrified him most was seeing you suffer.

Without wasting a second, he set the controller aside and took your hands in his, enveloping them carefully to try and stop the trembling, because even if he didn't understand why it was happening, it made him nervous to see your hands shake.