The Top Delinquent Chapter 27: Chez?

“What the hell are these?” You thought as you pulled out a box of chocolate profiteroles. “What the fuck is a profiterole?”

Suddenly the lights were flicked on, the soft light flooding the kitchen and revealing your fridge-prowling form to the new-comer.

“Y/N?!” Iida’s startled voice behind you yelped, making you drop the box of custard packed balls with surprise as you turned and toppled over onto your backside.

“Sorry!” You blurted out, “I was hungry and umm—,”

“You missed dinner.” Iida said sternly as he walked over to you, “eating a good, well balanced meal, is important.”

“I fell asleep, dummy, that’s why I didn’t eat. I didn’t even know dinner was happening.” You replied with a hangry (hungry x angry) pout. “That’s why I’m here now, balls deep in shit I can’t even pronounce the names of.”

“Y/N! Your language!” Iida said with an appalled look on his face.

“Listen, bro. I need food. Where the fuck is the cheese.” You said as you pulled yourself up and squared off with him.

Iida backed down with surprise, you did seem very easily riled right now so he conceded and stepped gingerly around you to help find something for you to eat.

“Would, Roquefort, suffice?” He asked as he leaned into the fridge and pulled out a fancy packed cheese.

“I don’t even know what that is but, yes.” You deadpanned, taking it from him.

“Wait,” he said, turning to the pantry doors and opening them before looking back at you, “allow me provide gourmet crackers t—Y/N?!”

You had ripped the fancy packaging open and taken a bite out of the side of the cheese, chewing on it methodically as your palate deciphered the flavors.

Iida’s soul nearly left his body as he let out a silent scream of utter disbelief, shock, and horror that you had just bitten into a very expensive French cheese without even so much as a second thought.

“What?” You deadpanned with a cheekful when you saw the look on his face.

“Y-You just.” He stammered, arms flailing wildly as he tried to collect himself before speaking again.

“It’s cheese?”

“It is not just CHEESE. This is Roquefort!”

“Why are you saying it all fancy and shit?”

“That’s how it is pronounced!”

“Want some?” You asked calmly as he continued to have a panic attack that only seemed to register on his face and arms.

“I—, this, Y/N! I—.”

“Out with it Iida, what’s your issue?” You asked, confused by his mortified expression.

“You just bit into. ROQUEFORT. Like it was. A bagel.” He wheezed, catching his breath after every few words.

“I’m hungry, ok? And it’s pretty good.” You replied, not taking the situation as seriously as he was.

Iida pinched the bridge of his nose and took some deep breaths in as you took another mouthful and watched him.

“Stop. Put it down.” He said in an unnervingly calm voice.

“Ok?” You said as you went to place it down on the kitchen bench without a plate.

“No! With a plate!” He said pulling a similar face to before.

“God, Iida, calm down.” You said with an amused chuckle as he quickly pulled a plate out from a cupboard nearby for you, “I feel better already, thank you for the cheese.”

Iida paused in his frantically skittish movements and looked at you, softening when you smiled a little at him.

“You’re welcome, Y/N.” He said as he pushed his glasses back up onto his nose and collected himself.

“Umm, so why are you here? Hungry too?” You asked, nodding towards the fridge.

“Umm, no I, I was getting something else.” He said, clearing his throat a few times and avoiding eye contact.

“You’re acting sus, Iida, what’s up?” You asked as you took a step towards him.

He took a step back quickly and hid his arm behind his back; his movements drawing your attention.

“What’s up with your arm?” You asked, pointing to it.

“Nothing.” He lied.

“Don’t lie to me, give me your arm.”

“Please; I do not wish to concern you.” Iida said softly as he kept his arm out of reach.

“Give. Me. Your arm. That’s an order, Iida.” You said authoritatively, grabbing his sleeve as your body bumped into his front.

He looked down at you bashfully and carefully gave you his arm and you saw, immediately, the bruise that was there and the angle of his arm.

“Iida!” You gasped with horror, “your arm is broken! We need to call the ambulance!”

“Please.” He said as he tried to pull his arm away. “It’s just a small bruise, I was just looking for an ice pack.”

“Small bruise?! This is the size of, fucking, Texas!”

“That is very much an exaggeration, Y/N.”

“No, it’s not! Look at that thing! And it is definitely broken too, is it throbbing?”

“Yes.” He said softly, “but this is a small price to pay for your well-being and safety, I don’t mind.”

“Iida, I know when something is broken, I’ve been in this situation many times, you need to have it x-rayed.”

“It’s the middle of the night, Y/N, it can wait till morning.” Iida pleaded.

“Why, Iida? Why? Why me? Why did you do that for me? Why all this? It should have been me that got hit. You didn’t need to take it.” You suddenly snapped, tears flooding down your face as you let go of his arm and hugged him around his middle.

He didn’t reply, just held you back, unsure of what to say at that point. He desperately wanted to confess his feelings but he also didn’t want to put any pressure on you to reply favorably, so instead just kept quiet.

The sound of footsteps broke your little meltdown and you quickly let go of him and turned away, just as Tensei arrived on scene.

“Thought I heard talking.” He said smuggly, “what’s going on here? I heard the words ‘broken’ and ‘arm’ – in the same sentence mind you, and decided to investigate.”

“Brother, I am fine.” Iida said, “it’s just a bruise and I was looking for an ice pack.”

“Let me see?” Tensei said as he walked over to his younger brother and took his arm in hand to inspect it. “Yeah. It’s broken. Go and wake up the doctor.”

“Wait, what? Wake up the doctor?” You asked with confusion written all over your face as you wiped the tears from your eyes. “Dont we need to call the hospital?”

“We have a doctor on site.” Tensei said.

“Of course.” You deadpanned. “The completely normal, every day thing, call your onsite doctor.”

“I can move my fingers.” Iida said, still trying to argue with his older brother.

“Tenya. Your fingers are swollen and blue. Go to Dr Hawamacha.” He said sternly.

“I’ll come too, better yet, I’ll take him there.” You said quickly, taking Iida’s good arm and dragging him to the kitchen door.

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