T'Challa.

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After escaping Hydra with Bucky two years ago, you came to Wakanda with him to get treatment, but when he went in Cyro, you stayed out. Being without him felt wrong and weird having been by his side for the past seventy years but you got used to it. T'Challa helped you through it. He knew what it was like to have someone then have them be ripped away from you.
Your daily routine was the same, wake up, get dressed, follow T'Challa around, hang with Shuri, shower and go to bed. It was getting boring. Even though you loved living in the Palace, there was nothing for you to do here. Plus, your secret crush on the king was slowly eating you alive.

Today had been slightly different

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Today had been slightly different. There was a ball that T'Challa was hosting for some random charity and you were invited. When it was time to get ready, you showered and dried your hair quickly, sliding into a white lingerie set and your robe while you did your make up. You didn't know, but T'Challa had come to see you before he got dressed and had watched you for a moment in the mirror. He couldn't express how beautiful you were.
Pulling away from the door and knocking loudly, he acted as if he hadn't just been ogling at your body. "It's open." You said, turning to look at him in the door way after pulling your robe around you so he couldn't see anything.
"I just came to check in on you before I got dressed, you alright?" He asked, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, his biceps causing the fabric to strain.
You smiled at him. "Yeah, I'm fine, thanks." He nodded before closing the door and leaving you to get dressed. The walk back to his room was slow, having your body on his mind wasn't the best for him right now.
He got dressed quickly, making his way down to the ball room to find it already in full swing. He greeted a few people that he needed to say 'hi' to before going back to sitting at his table. You came down shortly after him, taking the seat across from his sister and next to him in order to feel less out of place.

T'Challa couldn't help but stare at your dress, knowing what was underneath it was killing him inside and he couldn't wait until he was alone

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T'Challa couldn't help but stare at your dress, knowing what was underneath it was killing him inside and he couldn't wait until he was alone. You smiled at him, earning a small smile back and nothing else. He seemed to be acting strange with you ever since he checked in on you and it was making you self conscious. You shrugged it off and enjoyed your lonely night.

Later that evening, T'Challa had worked up the courage to ask you to dance, even though he was on the verge of getting hard from thinking about you. You happily agreed, letting him take you out to the dance floor. He took your hand holding it close to him as his other rested high on your waist and yours rested on his shoulder. Even though he had asked you to dance, he still seemed quiet and wouldn't make eye contact with you.
"T'Challa?" You asked, making him finally look at you. "Is everything alright? You seem distant." T'Challa was one of your good friends and he meant a lot to you, in more ways than one.
He seemed to take in a short breath, like he was nervous. "Yes, Y/N, I'm fine." He lied through his teeth.
"You know," You began, feeling upset that he won't tell you what's wrong. "you've done a lot for Bucky and I in the past few months, and I'm very grateful for that," He looked you in the eye properly. "but I want you to know that if there's ever anything you want to talk about or if you need anything, I'll always be here for you."
Your words only made T'Challa feel worse about keeping this secret from you. "Thank you, Y/N, that means a lot." He told you, making you lean your head on his chest as you barely swayed to the beat of the music.

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