Once again your eyes were drawn to his biceps as he flexed them while maneuvering the can.
“Miss L/N?” He asked as he looked up at you and saw a strange look on your face.
“Huh? Oh! Ummm…”
You looked down and quickly screwed the cap on the petrol tank of the tiller then stood up and took a step back, refusing to look at Iida.
“If I don’t look, then I won’t get caught with my jaw on the floor.” You thought as you ignored his question, hoping he would move on, which he did.
“Now, to start it.” Iida mused to himself as he bent over the tiller and looked for the pull cord to start the motor.
“Where’s this thing going, again?” You asked as you looked over at the garden.
There was a wire fence around the perimeter of the garden and then a taller chicken wire cage around some of the more special vegetables in the centre of the garden; the cage being there to keep the birds out.
“On the outside of the wire cage.” Iida said as he pointed ahead, “I’ll start it here then drive it over and commence digging once it is in place.”
“Yeah, aight.” You said as you crossed your arms across your chest and watched.
Iida found the cord on the tiller and, with an extremely masculine grunt, pulled HARD.
Suddenly the tiller jumped to life and took off across the grass, metal prongs digging into the soft earth and sending it in all directions as it shot towards the wire fence surrounding the garden.
“What the fu—,” You yelped in surprise, watching as it easily climbed the fence and fell over the other side, bouncing back up onto its prongs and making a beeline for the wire cage.
“NO! Stop! I implore you!” Iida cried, shouting at the tiller to stop.
The tiller continued on and the prongs grabbed into the larger chicken wire fence, easily scaling the cage and getting tangled in the top wire and seizing up, dangling from a height.
“Oh.” Iida said as he stood there, arms in a position as if he were defending a soccer goal, mouth agape as he just stared at the carnage before him.
You saw the funny side and burst out laughing.
“Dude? What the actual fuck?” You cackled.
“M-Miss L/N, I am sorry you had to witness such—,”
“Gold??” You wheezed, “oh my god, that was hilarious, now what?”
Iida just stared at the torn up grass and garden fence before him and you laughed again.
“Hey, why don’t we just plant a fucking carrot right here?” You asked as you walked over to the start of the tiller tracks and pointed to the ground, “just plant carrots the whole way along this, who gives a shit if it’s in the middle of the playing field.”
“Y-Your language is inappropriate, Miss L/N, but I do appreciate you are trying to make me feel better with humour.” Iida said as he smiled at you.
“I’m not trying to make you feel better!” You snapped, flustered by his comment, “I’m just saying that’s what we should do.”
“This is my problem to solve, Miss L/N. There is no need to use plural personal pronouns.” Iida said as he started walking towards the garden to save the tiller stuck up the cage.
“Plural personal pronoun, when did I use a fucking plural personal pronoun?” You asked.
“‘We’, Miss L/N, you said ‘we’ when this is ‘my’ problem, not ‘ours’, you need not concern yourself with my mistake.” Iida stated.
You stalled, realizing you had just inserted yourself into this equation without even realizing it.
“Thank you for helping me with the petrol lid, Miss L/N, I-.”
“Stop calling me Miss L/N, for fucks sake!” You said with exasperation, “just call me, Y/N, ok??”
Iida paused with surprise and looked back at you over his shoulder, the two of you staring at each other for a few moments; then a soft smile graced his features.
“As you wish, Y/N.” He said courteously.
Your heart jumped at hearing him say your name and you looked away.
Just then D/H popped his head over the fence and saw you.
“Hey sexy.” He called loudly.
You jumped with surprise and your eyes whipped over and met his.
“Oh… hey.” You mumbled, glancing across at Iida who was now looking at your boyfriend.
“Whatcha doin?” D/H asked as he hung over the fence, eyeing Iida in his tank top suspiciously.
“Helping Iid- a classmate.” You said quickly before heading over to your bag and picking it up then walking around the fence to D/H.
Nothing more was said and you didn’t say goodbye to Iida as you left, lowkey feeling guilty for leaving him there with so much mess to clean up but promising yourself you would ask him about it the next time you saw him.
“Who’s that?” D/H asked as he dropped down from the fence and landed in front of you.
“Who?” You asked.
“Dude you were with, you’re not cheating on me are you?” He asked bluntly.
“What?!” You screeched, blushing hard again, “NO?? What the fuck??”
“Oh well, after today you’ll only want my dick anyway.” He leered.
“What do you mean by that? I don’t wanna do it with you yet, I only want to on my terms.” You said angrily.
“Ahhh you’ll change your mind when we get to it.” He said dismissively, making you even angrier. “C’mon.” He added as he walked over to his motorbike.
He handed you a helmet and you put it on, waiting till he had hopped on the bike before hopping up behind him.
D/H kicked the starter over and the bike jumped to life, emitting that deep throbbing purr that you had come to love and hate; knowing that with this bike noise, also came your man.
You wrapped your arms around D/H’s middle and held on tight as he took off down the street, heading out of town to an little abandoned cottage he had found.
Earlier on in your relationship, when things were steady, he had promised he was going to buy the cottage and do it up. It was going to be your little home away from the ‘rat race’ as he called it.
You had been excited, thinking this could be a reality but the more you and he spent time together the more he became distant, only hitting you up when he wanted something.
A short ride later and you appeared at the run down cottage, taking a deep breath in as you took your helmet off.
“I love the smell of the forest.” You commented, “it’s such a nice smell.”
“And I love the smell of sex.” He replied.
“Is that all you care about?” You snapped with annoyance.