The Top Delinquent Chapter 37: Call Me Tenya

“You’re such a pompous teacup… come on!” you urged, taking the lead a little and pulling him along behind you as you headed for the ice cream shop you had seen that morning on your way to school.

You pushed the door open and smiled as the little bell above the door tinkled, announcing your arrival in the cutest way possible.

Mesmerized by the colours of each delicious creamy dessert behind the glass you let go of Iida and ran forward then bounced along the display, from one side to the other, reading all the little signs to decide which flavor you wanted.

Iida remained at the door, his eyes following your movements while a little amused smile played on his lips.

“What are you having?” you asked him over your shoulder, a little tingle going through you when you saw how he was watching you.

“I am unfamiliar with standard ice cream flavours,” Iida stated.

“Can you stop speaking in rich? Just pick a flavour, they’re all good.”

He stepped up to the glass and looked down, reading the labels.

“I am afraid I don’t know what ‘very berry-licious’ tastes like,” he commented softly.

“Ask for a sample,” you replied with a shrug.

“A sample?”

“Yeah, they let you try a little bit to see if you like it… it’s free!”

“Free?”

“Yes, you don’t need to pay for a little bit.”

“I’m afraid that is terrible way to conduct business,” Iida said, adjusting his glasses with his unslung hand.

“Dude,” you deadpanned, “just try a…. ok, you know what?” you said, turning to the guy behind the counter, “I’m gonna take the wheel on this one. Can you please give this giant ball of ignorance a sample of each of the ice creams so that his slow ass can make a decision?”

The guy nodded and grabbed a small sample spoon then dipped it into the ‘very berry-licious’ ice cream vat then handed it over the counter to Iida.

“That’s the berry one,” you said to Iida as he placed the spoon in his mouth.

You waited with baited breath for him to finish then cocked your head to the side in silent question to him.

“It has a robust flavour…”

“Iida, this isn’t a wine tasting,” you laughed, “did you like it or not?”

“May I try some others for the sake of comparison?” Iida asked the ice cream attendant.

“Yeah, sure, which one next? Love potion?” the guy asked, pointing to the vat next to the ‘very berry-licious’.

You smirked and gave Iida the side eye.

He blushed, “they have a flavour called ‘love potion’?”

“Yeah? They got everything here.”

“I will try ‘love potion’ then,” Iida said as he politely bowed to the ice cream assistant, “please, if I may?”

The assistant nodded and got a small sample for Iida then handed it to him.

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*30 minutes later*

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“Iida, did you really need to get that many?”

“I was unable to decide.”

“You literally have, like, 10 different flavours.”

“They are all most delicious. I am surprised I have never come across these before, my father always imports the finest Mövenpick from Switzerland,” Iida said as he took a scoop from the rock salt caramel cup.

“I’ll just stick with my [favourite ice cream flavour],” you replied as you took a big lick up the side of the ice cream cone.

“Y/N?” Iida asked softly, dropping his head and staring at the cup of ice cream in his lap.

“Mmm?” you hummed, still licking your ice cream and completely unaware of the change in Iida’s mood.

“Would you call me, Tenya?” he asked softly.

You stopped and looked at him, not quite knowing what to say in return.

“I, uh… ok…” you replied, resuming your licking then stopping again, “which flavour is your favourite… Tenya?”

He blushed and adjusted his glasses then took a mouthful of the pink swirled ice cream sitting beside him.

“Love potion,” he replied tenderly, making you blush in return.

“Ok, good, better than orange juice, hey?”

“Now I wouldn’t go that far,” Iida said defensively.

You snorted with laughter, “you’re such a dork.” You nudged his good arm with yours and kept eating.

He smiled gently then continued to eat his plethora of ice cream flavours.

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“Would you like to freshen up before supper?” Iida asked you as you both arrived at his place after your ice cream binge.

“I’m still full from ice cream, but I guess I can get more food down,” you said, following him into the house.

“Welcome home, master and mistress,” the maids greeted politely with a bow, standing in a line from the front door to the stairs.

“Hey,” you greeted.

“Thank you for your warm welcome,” Iida greeted politely back, bowing slightly to each of them as you both passed.

“Uh… yeah that too…” you added sheepishly, “man, I’m honestly not cut out for the rich life hey…”

You watched as Iida continued along the line then started up the stairs and you quickly ran to catch up then headed up behind him.

“It’s not that I don’t like living here but I just need my own place…”

Iida glanced back at you and noted the almost sad look on your face.

“Y/N?” He asked softly once he had gotten to the top of the stairs, “is everything alright?”

“Uh… yeah, I guess… I’ll talk to you later, ok? I’m just trying to figure something out.”

“We could take a walk in the garden this eve, as the sun sets over the high wall?” he offered.

“Just saying ‘let’s go outside after dinner’ would have been fine, but ok, mr romantic,” you replied with a small smile.

He nodded, “go and refresh yourself and we will have supper then talk.”

“Sounds good, robocop,” you teased, peeling off towards your room, “see you soon.”

He gave you another small smile and nodded, heading to his own room to change and shower before dinner.

After bathing and changing into Iida’s oversized clothes you walked to the top of the stairs to wait for him. You didn’t want to randomly rock up in the dining room alone and risk having to talk to the pompous windbags that were probably standing there waiting for you with their obnoxious questions.

As you waited you heard Iida’s door closed and looked over at him, your heart skipping in your chest at him in plain clothing with his bare muscular arms showing (one still partially covered with the sling.)

“I was just waiting for you… because… yeah,” you mumbled as he got closer.

“I am glad you waited,” he replied, extending his hand so he could hold yours as you walked down the stairs together to the dining room. 

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