His Best Kept Secret

49

His Best Kept Secret
Chapter 49

It felt like time was moving at a sickenly slow pace. Your eyes never left his face as Bakugo moved off the stage. It was only when you felt a squeeze on your hand did you finally bring your gaze away from him.

"Okay?" Shoto whispers to you, and you couldn't help but notice the slight hesitation in his voice. He was uncomfortable, and you couldn't blame him.

"I think so," you whispered back, your eyes snapping back up towards Bakugo, who was making his way over to your table.

You quickly grabbed the glass of wine placed in front of you, taking a sip to calm your nerves. But it would only fuel the knots in your stomach as the tall blond man stood behind the chair. His gaze was like a hot flame; you could feel the heat from your seat.

Luckily, Izuku and Ochaco were at the table, or else you would have hidden under the table cloth. He gripped the chair and pulled it from the table, sitting down while staring at you intently.

You wanted to speak but couldn't find the words.

"Is there something you'd like to say?" Shoto asked from beside you. "Or are you just going to stare all night?"

You feel your stomach twist as Bakugo leans back in his chair, his eyes flashing up to Todoroki. "Yeah, I have a question," he replies sharply. "Why is your hand on my mate."

There it was. Straight to the point.

Izuku holds his hands up. "Let's not do this here. We have a lot of eyes on us."

Shoto smirks, "it's not uncommon for Bakugo to speak at inappropriate times."

Grinding his teeth, Bakugo glares daggers. "I'm done talking to you idiots." His eyes go back to you. "I want to talk," he barks.

You open your mouth to respond, but before you could, the alpha next to you responded for you. "This isn't the place for you to speak about such matters. If she wishes to speak after dinner, then you can."

Bakugo growls deeply in his chest. "I think she can speak for herself, Icyhot."

You swallowed deeply, looking up at Shoto to silently ask him to be quiet. "I don't know if we should," you murmured, looking away shyly.

Bakugo feels his heart squeeze. Staring at you from across the table, Bakugo felt something different about you. You looked as beautiful as ever, but something within you had changed. It was almost like you were a stranger sitting across from him.

Holding back his tongue, the top pro looks down at the food placed in front of him by the waitress. The table was served, but there were hardly any appetites left.

Ochaco laughs nervously as she begins to eat. "Isn't this venue nice? A lot better than the last place they had it."

"I would say so," Izuku replies wholeheartedly. "The decorations have improved."

"For my first time coming, I can say the hero committee outdid themselves," Todoroki adds.

As they continued with their small talk, both you and Bakugo could only stare down at your plates, casting a glance at one another periodically. You were thankful the table was large enough to where your feet wouldn't touch, or else you feared you might crumble if his foot accidentally brushed against you.

You didn't think it was going to be this hard. Being so close to your alpha yet not able to touch him. You wanted more than anything to leap into his arms and beg for his forgiveness. But the aching feeling in your heart reminded you that you also shared affections for another man.