From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)
Chapter 142: What Were You So Excited About?

Chapter 142: What Were You So Excited About?

Micah stood in the hallway, blinking sleep from his eyes. He lazily adjusted his glasses and let out a big yawn, wiping away a small tear from the corner of his eye with the back of his hand.

Across from him, Darcy stood with a stiff posture, his fingers twitching ever so slightly. His eyes narrowed, watching every small movement Micah made. "Couldn’t you sleep last night?" Darcy asked suddenly, voice low but edged with suspicion.

Micah gave a small stretch, his free hand running through his already messy hair. "Nah," he said casually, already turning toward his room. "I was too excited."

Darcy blinked. Excited?!

Micah opened the door. "Have you had breakfast yet? If not, let me drop these sketches off, and we can go together."

Darcy didn’t move. He stayed rooted in place like a statue. What could he have been excited about last night?! Don’t tell me...

The colour drained from his face.

Micah, not getting any response, turned around. "Hey," he frowned. "Are you alright?"

Darcy swallowed hard. His throat felt dry and tight like something bitter had gotten stuck there. He opened his mouth, hesitated, then said hoarsely. "What... What were you so excited that you couldn’t sleep?"

Micah tilted his head. "Oh." He gave a small, almost shy smile. "I was told I could show my designs to one of my idols. I couldn’t decide which sketches to bring...I was too hyped."

Darcy felt his soul return to his body. "Oh..."

Micah stepped inside the room and quickly locked his designs in a drawer.

Darcy lingered in the doorway, glancing around. The room was quiet. The beds were empty. "Where are your roommates?"

"They probably crashed in one of the bigger rooms after playing games all night," Micah said, straightening up with a small sigh. He turned and smiled. "Let’s go."

He walked out of the room and headed toward the cafeteria.

Darcy followed, still quietly processing everything. His presumptions from last night had clearly been way off. "So... you had the whole room to yourself last night?"

"Yeah. I wasn’t sure if they would come back or not. If I had known, I would have asked you to stay." Micah said. "Every time I remember your roommates I get chills. Seriously, they creep me out. How you get along with them is a mystery to me."

Darcy’s tension eased. His worries from last night now felt silly. But one still bugged him. "What were you doing in front of a takoyaki stand last night?"

"Eh? How do you know that?" Micah asked surprised. "You didn’t put a tracker on me, did you?" he took an exaggerated step back, holding his arms around himself in mocking fright.

Darcy shook his head. "Don’t be ridiculous. Your thought process is seriously weird! Why would I have something like that? And why would I want to monitor you?"

Micah rolled his eyes, thinking to himself. Of course, no normal person thought like that. But they were living in a freaking dog-blooded BL novel where everything was possible!

"Anyway, the past few days you were behaving just like a typical stalker!"

"And what was the result? You jumped at any chance to get what you wanted." Darcy said. "Like that time in Russell’s room or now in the street food alley."

"That’s not true!" Micah defended. "I wasn’t there to eat, okay? Someone asked me to get takiyaki for them. I was just doing a favour."

He turned to Darcy. "I actually had dinner at that fancy Chinese place. You know, the one with impossible reservation."

Darcy halted in his tracks. "You went there?Alone?"

"Nope," Micah said, waving a hand. "How could I get even inside without any connection? A friend brought me there."

"Why didn’t he bring you there before? Last time you talked about it like you’ve never tasted their food."

"Oh, I just met him recently," Micah said nonchalantly.

Darcy rubbed his forehead.

They reached the cafeteria doors, and Micah made a beeline for the counter. He quickly ordered milk, and toast with honey.

Darcy stood beside him, watching him carefully. "So, if someone offers you food, you just go?"

"Why does everyone treat me as a child?!" Micah pouted. "I went there because the father of that restaurant owner is a famous traditional Chinese doctor."

Micah justified himself, but deep down he knew Darcy was right. He had gone because of the food.

"Oh," Darcy asked, slightly more interested. "Did he take a look at you? What did he say?"

"Yeah," Micah said, accepting the tray of food and walking to a table. "He prescribed some tonics and said I should come for acupuncture. I’m going for my session this weekend."

Darcy sat across from him. "So your friend introduced you to that doctor?" he was intrigued by that man.

"Umm..," Micah replied, chewing the toast. "I thought he was all cold and business. But...he’s surprisingly caring."

Darcy’s chest tightened upon hearing the praise.

Micah paused. "Right. You never told me. How did you know I was at the street food alley?"

Darcy looked down at his glass of milk. "There was a post on the forum. A picture of you."

Micah nearly choked. "What? Are people that bored these days? Who takes photos of random students buying food?"

Darcy sipped his milk slowly, his face unreadable. He swallowed the words. It wasn’t about that. It was because the person with Micah was too eye-catching. But Darcy somehow didn’t want to mention the boyfriend’s post to Micah.

Micah pulled out his phone. "What did they write about me? Praising my looks? Or my handsome aura?" he said smugly, searching the forum.

"Eh? Where is it?"

"It probably got deleted. The forum constantly is being monitored for any cyberbullying or misconduct." Darcy said with a straight face. Not acknowledging that he was the one who had reported it.

Micah didn’t care much about it. He shrugged and put away his phone. "Ah, whatever. At least it wasn’t something slanderous."

Darcy said nothing, just quietly ate his breakfast.

Halfway through, Nick, Emile, and Eddie showed up.

Nick dropped into a seat beside Micah and threw an arm around his shoulders. "You traitor! When I asked last time, you said you were single! What, did you think we’d judge you or something? We’re not homophobic, man."

Micah choked mid-sip and sprayed milk across the table. He leaned forward, coughing. "What the hell?!" he wheezed, eyes wide as he stared at Nick as he had just grown two heads.

"Ew ..Gross!" Emile made a face, scooting his chair away.

Nick patted Micah’s back. "Relax! Everyone saw your hot boyfriend. Why are you acting like you’ve been caught committing treason?"

Micah slammed his palm on the table. "Me? Boyfriend? What lunatic said that?"

Nick blinked. "Wasn’t that blond man in the picture your boyfriend? We didn’t catch his face. But from the back? Definitely hot! Tall, good shoulders, big boyfriend energy." he teased.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Micah groaned and sank back into his chair. "He is just a friend."

Then after a few seconds, he jabbed a finger at Darcy. "You! Why didn’t you tell me the post was about that? Oh, God! Now the entire school thinks I swing that way!" Micah wailed.

Darcy hid his smile behind his glass of milk. Even if that blond man had a thing for Micah, he was on a rough road. Micah hadn’t a slight clue or interest in that man.

Emile, meanwhile, quietly picked at his food. He wasn’t sure what anyone was talking about. By the time he had gone to check the post, it had been already taken down. He had assumed it was just internet nonsense, not worth bringing up. Unfortunately, this lack of interest led to Emile missing the chance to recognise his little uncle in the photo or clear up Jacklin and Dean’s misunderstanding about Micah’s relationship with Asena.