The Top Delinquent Chapter 3: Sweet

You rolled up your right sleeve, the one without the bruise, and continued on to school.

As you neared the gates you saw Iida standing there.

“Why is he there? He better not be waiting for me?” You thought as you dropped your gaze and stroke out purposefully, aiming to pass him without saying a word.

“Miss L/N, if I may have a moment of your time?” Iida asked politely as you held up a middle finger as you marched past.

He gasped.

“This behaviour is most repu-.”

“Shove it up your ass, Iida.” You called over your shoulder as you broke into a run to get away from him.

He didn’t give chase but instead let you go, not even reprimanding you for running because you were still outside.

You entered the school building and jogged to your locker, throwing your bag in there then pulling a notebook out and heading to the classroom.

“Shit, shouldn’t have run, now I’m sweating even more and I can’t take my jumper off.” You thought as you walked down the hall to the classroom.

You grabbed the front of your jumper and  flapped rapidly it to try and cool yourself down as you entered the classroom and spied your friend at her desk.

“Sup’ homie.” You greeted as you plopped down in your chair and threw your legs up on the desk, the cool wooden desk top feeling lovely on your hot calves.

“Why are you panting? Take your jumper off, aren’t you hot?” D/F asked.

“Nah.” You lied as you tried to stop breathing so heavily, “all good.”

You two chatted for a bit until you saw Iida walk into the classroom.

He took one look at you with your legs on the desk and adjusted his glasses with an irked look on his face.

“Miss L/N, remove your legs from the desk at once, you are disrespecting the fur-.”

As Iida approached you, you stared him down, reaching for the hem of your skirt and slowly raising it as you maintained strong eye contact.

He faltered, mid sentence, and blushed with embarrassment as he looked away.

“P-Please refrain from showing me your undergarments, Miss L/N, M-Miss L/N, STOP!”

You ignored him and kept pulling your skirt up, unbeknownst to him you had a pair of shorts on underneath, but he kept his eyes averted regardless.

“This will go in the report to Princi-.”

“Ok!” You shouted with annoyance, “Shut up, alright? Geez, it’s down now.” You grumbled as you took your legs off the desk and pulled your skirt down.

Iida returned his gaze to you, sternly.

“You can’t be behaving this way,” he said as he chopped his arm repeatedly with frustration, “it is my duty to reform you and if you continue at this rate it will appear poorly for the both of us.” 

“What’s wrong, one arm Kung fu? Afraid you’ll fail?” You replied with a snide smirk.

“Are you challenging me, Miss L/N?” He asked as he set his jaw and crossed his arms across his chest, staring you down.

“What if I am?” You retorted.

“I’ll have you know I don’t back down from anyone.” He said in a low voice and for some weird reason it threw you.

You tried to smack him with a comeback but nothing came to you so you just turned your head away and started up a conversation with your friend.

Iida turned and walked to his seat, sitting down and running a hand through his hair.

You glanced at him as you kept talking with D/F, noting that Iida was sporting an undercut.

“UNDERCUT?! Since when was four eyes so stylish??” You thought as you looked back to your friend.

……………………….

After school Iida cornered you at your locker.

“Miss L/N, we are required to engage in one after school activity so seeing as I am part of the school maintenance club, we will be partaking in such duties.” Iida said proudly.

You deadpanned as you looked at him.

“Maintenance club.” You said in a dead tone. “Fucking, maintenance club? Who the fuck made such a club?” You asked with a disgusted look on your face.

“I did.” Iida said defiantly, “I am the president of the maintenance club and nutrition club.”

“Nutrition club? Oh god, I can only imagine what fun that would be.” You said sarcastically as you rolled your eyes.

Iida ignored your comment and grabbed your left arm to drag you towards the door but was immediately punched hard as you lashed out it pain.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You shouted in fear, wrenching your arm away from him, shaking with pain as you tried not to cradle your arm and draw suspicion.

“My apologies I shouldn’t have grabbed you without warning.” Iida said quickly and earnestly as he bowed with respect.

“I-It’s fine.” You snapped, marching towards the door yourself, ahead of Iida so you could hide your tears from him, blinking rapidly to try and dispel them.

Your arm was throbbing again.

“Why is he always so nice to me? Bowing and shit, even when I treat him like trash?” You thought, a muddle of emotions rising inside you.

Iida followed you out and took the lead, proudly marching to the equipment shed to get the cleaning gear for the pool.

“Swimming classes will commence soon so we must make sure the pool is clean and ready to be filled.” Iida said authoritatively.

You just sullenly took a broom from him and followed him to the empty pool.

“The quicker I get this done the quicker I can get out of here… but do I really want to go home?” You thought with a despondent look on your face.

“Something troubling you, Miss L/N?” Iida asked in a more gentle voice.

He had been watching you from the corner of his eye and he sensed some kind of vulnerability in you, ever since he had grabbed your arm.

“I’m fine.” You grunted, immediately adopting a scowl on your face.

He just nodded and looked back to where he was going, climbing down the stairs into the empty pool.

“Do watch your step, Miss L/N, it’s quite slippery.” He commented.

You scowled and turned to climb down the stairs but your shoe slipped on the top step and you careered off the side, smashing your left arm into the side of the pool wall.

You screamed in pain and let go of the rail with your right hand to clutch your left.

From the bottom of the pool Iida quickly threw himself to the left, catching you in his arms as you fell from the ladder.

“Please be careful, Miss L/N.” He said gently as he held you bridal style. 

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