Pick up. -T'Challa.'

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by Keith_Kokaine

by Keith_Kokaine

Hi! This story was requested in my other one-shot book, and I really like the person that this is for, and by the title, it is T'Challa. Sorry it's short! No ideas!

Requested by Snow_Sorceress !

Warnings: College, Flirty T'Challa, Bashful Reader.

-~To the Story!~-

You sat beside a fountain, your notebooks and your coffee, listening to the sound of nature, an angered face on you.

"God, I hate mathematics." You whined, pushing back your hair, then your phone ringing, causing you to pick up.

"Herrow?" You said, setting down your red pen, then biting your lip.

"Hey, (Y/N). Can we meet up?" Natasha's voice came over the phone, causing you to sigh.

"Nat, do you even know what state I'm in?"

"Greensburrow, North Carolina. I keep tabs."

"Fine. Meet me at my college, in the front." You sighed, brushing your hair back, hanging up, and getting everything ready.

---oooh---

You sat on the stairs, chewing on your pen, reading over the equation again, totally stumped, and angry about your upcoming test.

"Are you (Y/N)?" An unfamiliar voice said, causing you to look up, seeing a handsome young man in front of you.

"U-Uh yeah. (Y/N) is my name. May I help you?" You blushed, quickly closing your book, and shoving it into your messenger bag.

"Natasha Romanoff sent me here to retrieve you. I'm T'Challa." The dark skinned male said, causing you to stretch your arm out, wanting to have a hand shake, but he took your hand, kissing your knuckles.

"O-Oh! Uh. Let's go, shall we?"