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Leon Kennedy:
* Needles. (Rookie Leon is afraid of needles)
* Nurse. (Rookie Leon gets hurt during class and meets the new academy nurse)
* Nurse. Part 2 (Rookie leon tries to get the new academy nurse attention very hard)
* Nurse. Part 3 (He finally gets the perfect excuse to ask her out on a date)
* Best friends. (Re4 best friend Leon is always there to "comfort" you after your failed relationships) smut warning
* Nightmares. (Re4 Leon gets back from a traumatic mission and realizes she's the only one who makes him feel safe)
*Cigarette smoke. (Leon hates the fact that you smoke until that's all he has left of you)
*So domestic. (You help Leon after he accidentally cut himself while shaving)
*Secret admirer. (Rookie Leon is too afraid to talk to you so he starts leaving you small gifts on your desk)
* First date. (Leon planned the perfect date just to end up completely different but still perfect)
* Babysitting. (Leon realizes you're actually good with kids and starts to imagine how would it be to have one)
* Birthday. (Everyone at the station forgets Rookie Leon's birthday except for you)
* Sleep talking. (Leon doesn't know he talks while he sleeps)
* Rude. (Rookie Leon doesn't understand why you're so rude to him, if he's so in love with you)
* Classmates. (Rookie Leon always offers to be your training partner just to be near you)
* Taking care of him. (Leon gets a little clingier when he's sick)
* Puppy. (You and Leon adopt a dog, except it's not like he imagined at all)
* Street fight. (You got into the station because of a street fight meeting the new Rookie Leon)
* Double date. (Your friends arrange a date for you without asking for permission)
* Second date. (After your awkward double date you meet again at a friend's party)
* Unrequited. (Leon knows you have a boyfriend, he just thinks if he tries enough you may choose him)
* Happily married. (Anniversaries are not always as expected when you have kids)
* Valentines. (Leon gets jealous of how many confession letters you received)
* Good boy. (Rookie Leon likes to show off in front of his friends about you)
* Lovely husband. (Your lovely husband Leon had become more domestic than you expected)
* Coffee. (Leon doesn't love coffee, but he definitely loves the girl who serves it)
* Bodyguard (when Leon was assigned as your bodyguard he was not expecting to fall for you)
* Drunk confession. (During a station party Rookie Leon accidentally confesses his love for you)
* Im sorry. (After a fight, Leon is too drunk and some random girl kisses him, now he's afraid he might loose you)
* First apartment. (When Rookie leon buys his first apartment he realizes you're the only person he wants to live with)
* Tattoo. (When Leon walks into your tattoo studio he realizes how scared he actually is so you offer him a better deal)
* I could be a better boyfriend than him. (You go to your Best friend apartment after a breakup, and Leon knows he's the best option for you)
* Music store. (You met at a music store and Rookie Leon found out what love at first sight was)
* Mean. (Leon starts acting weird to you because he's jealous of the attention you're getting)
* Firstborn son. (Leon and you realize you're having a baby)
* A protective bodyguard. (Leon meets your protective dog after visiting your place for the first time)
* Like any other. (Since the moment he met you, Leon knew you were special)
* Crawling back to you. (Leon always crawls back to you, like a drowning man needy for air)
* Shy. (Leon never pictured you as a shy girl until you two met, and know that's all he can think about)
* Finding peace. (Leon thought he would never find peace, until he met you)
* Pictures. (you love to take pictures of everything, but Leon only loves taking pictures of you)
* Family dinner. (Your parents start to suspect about you two having a relationship, so they visit your now shared apartment for dinner)
* Teacher's pet. (Leon gets into a fight after being called Teacher's pet for your special treatment)
* Teasing. (Leon gets tired of your constant teasing, so he decides to confront you about it)
* Paper rings. (When Rookie Leon offered to make you company after-hours you were not expecting to end up with a ring on your finger)
* R U mine? (Different Leon eras telling you for the first time he's yours) Part 2
* Favorite student. (You didn't expect your new trainer officer would be... Handsome?)
* Childhood. (Most of your childhood has been lonely, that until you meet Leon and Chris)
* Mom's still mine. (Your kid and Leon always fight for your attention)
* Patience. (You are assigned to train the new Rookie Leon after things didn't work out with his last training officer)
* Too sweet. (Just Rookie Leon being all clingy to you all the time because he loves you so much)
* I Love you. (Different Leon eras reaction to your first "I love you")
* Bachelorette party. (After finding out your fiance hired a stripper for his bachelor party, you decide to get one yourself, but confusions happen, right? So instead, you end up with a rookie police officer in your living room)
* Sleepyhead. (Rookie Leon falling asleep on your shoulder by accident)
* Sleeping next to you. (Leon realizes he can't sleep alone, asking to stay with you for the night)
* Roomates. (Leon and you have been friends for years until you move in together and some things start to change)
Summary: Leon and you have been friends for years until you move in together and some things start to change.
The first thing Leon thought about when moving to Raccoon City and taking his new job as a police officer was, inevitably, you.
His best friend, the girl he'd loved since kindergarten when the other kids used to make fun of him because he preferred playing dolls with you, the girl who grew up into a beautiful woman, no, the most beautiful woman, the girl who always turned his world upside down just by existing in it.
God, he loved you.
Painfully so.
Everyone seemed to know that by now, except for you.
Cliché? Yeah, a curse Leon hadn't managed to break yet.
You were clueless about it, even when it was the most obvious thing in the world. He was the sweetest man you'd ever met, always spoiling you with flowers and letters, and don't even get me started on all those little details he somehow always remembered. Not to mention he was always by your side, hugging you like a lifeline, reaching for your hand every chance he got, and even kissing your cheeks or forehead every now and then.
But in your mind, that was because he was Leon.
Your Leon, your best friend, and now, your roommate.
Because what perfect timing from the universe that you got offered a job in Raccoon City right around the time he graduated. It was a divine sign for him, all the stars in the sky aligning to give him the perfect excuse to live with you. By now, he had pictured living with you a hundred times. You two would be happily married, all laughs and kisses and hugs and kisses and more kisses. Maybe two or three children would come along with all those kisses, who knows?
Yeah, well, this was not exactly as imagined, you were not married, and you definitely hadn't kissed...
Yet... Hopefully.
And then there was one extra problem for him to add to the list.
He never knew how freaking hard it would be to live with you.
You were not a bad roommate. You paid your share on time, you made food for both of you, the apartment was magically always clean and smelled good. You were perfect, and that was the damn problem.
Walking around wearing your pajamas, didn't you know he was still a man? That was tempting his natural instincts. Oh, and also your hoodies, your sweatpants, your jeans, your shirts, oh, don't forget the shorts, and Leon's clothes, and... yeah, you get the point.
Everything you did felt different now, at least for him. Watching you do mundane chores had his heart hammering against his chest like crazy because it felt so domestic, and you looked so gorgeous when you cooked and mopped and swept and fuck, Leon was losing his mind.
The best part, for him of course, was when everyone thought you were a couple, when someone confused you for newlyweds, like the time your neighbor, an old lady who lived upstairs, called you the most adorable young couple she had ever met. You had barely opened your mouth to deny it when Leon just smiled like a lovestruck puppy and simply said, "Thanks," with the proudest tone on Earth.
That should have given you a clue about his feelings.
It did not.
Even when that was not an isolated incident. It happened every time someone got confused or assumed the two of you were together. You thought maybe it was because Leon probably didn't want to bother with explanations.
He agreed because he did think you were the most adorable young couple.
Or at least you could be.
Your apartment was always adorned with bouquets, and he called them "friendship flowers" every time you asked what the special occasion was.
What everyone saw was a man so in love he was willing to spend half his rookie salary on you without a second thought.
What you saw was just Leon being as sweet as always.
Your doubts arrived the first time you saw him jealous.
Leon was not the type to get mad at anyone. If he ever did, it would probably last less than an hour. But then he saw you arrive home with a box of chocolates from work.
A heart-shaped box of chocolates.
"Huh," he murmured, trying to hide how jealousy was twisting his guts. "Chocolates?"
"Yeah," you answered casually. "Some guy from work brought me these. Very kind of him."
"You hate chocolate," he said, rolling his eyes.
How could someone not know that interesting little fact about you? He had memorized it back in kindergarten.
"Yeah, but it seemed rude to tell him that," you said, leaving the box on the counter.
Leon reached for it and opened it, looking at the chocolates inside like they had personally betrayed him.
"They look awful. You should throw them away. They might be poisoned."
Very subtle, Leon.
"Huh, really?" you asked, getting closer to inspect them. They looked perfectly fine to you. "I was planning to give them to you."
Fuck.
How could he be so jealous and still manage to blush like a teenager just because of that?
"I don't want them," he hurried to say, crossing his arms over the counter and looking literally anywhere except at you. He could feel even his ears burning right now. "Some jerk gave you those. Freak doesn't even know you don't like them."
He seemed to think for a moment, the idea alone making his blood boil.
"You know what? Maybe I should eat them. That would teach him a lesson."
"A lesson?" you asked, completely confused. "For what?"
"For giving my girl damn chocolates. I bet he doesn't even know your favorite flower. That's why he got you a generic box of chocolates. And it's pink. You don't even like pink."
Now he was just rambling.
But you were still stuck on the my girl part.
"Yeah, he should've brought you flowers. Those make you smile, not these stupid chocolates."
"Leon?" you called softly, finally starting to put the pieces together.
"I was going to throw them away, but I think I'll eat them just to piss him off. You'll go tomorrow and when he asks if you liked them, you need to tell him I ate them. Me. Leon. Your boyfriend. Your Leon."
"Boyfriend?"
Oh fuck.
"Um, yeah, like... guy best friend?"
There was no way out of this.
This was the end.
He was ready to abort the mission, maybe fake a fainting spell, maybe have a real one. His face was burning, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to disappear, begging for the world to swallow him whole. Everything was spinning around him. You were going to be mad. You were going to leave. You were never going to look at him the same way again.
And then you were kissing him.
Wait, you were kissing him.
Fucking hell, you were kissing him.
It took a solid minute for him to understand what was happening before his hands found your waist like his body had been begging him to do that for years.
And then he kissed you back.
You felt warm and real and somehow even better than every impossible fantasy he had built in his head over the years. The kiss was everything he had spent so long dreaming about and somehow it still managed to exceed every expectation.
His brain completely short-circuited.
That day, his dreams came true.
Not the married part, not the kids...
Yet.
The kissing part, a lot of it.
And after that? He did eat those fucking chocolates, and the worst part was that they tasted damn good.
Summary: Leon realizes he can't sleep alone, asking to stay with you for the night.
Thinking about rookie Leon, who had never slept alone. Having a big family meant always sharing a bed with someone, so when he moved away for college, he realized something deeply embarrassing.
He could not actually sleep alone, not even with a light on, not hugging a pillow, not with music playing softly in the background.
He needed someone beside him.
And that someone was you, his best friend, the girl he had been hopelessly in love with for months now, the same girl he could barely look in the eyes for too long without getting nervous, the same girl whose smile could completely ruin his ability to think straight.
So after the longest and most sleepless week of his life, you were the person he necessarily had to recur to.
You noticed the shift in him too. How he slowly became more tired with those small dark circles under his eyes, how he barely could blink without his head staggering slightly afterward, how his usually soft blue eyes now looked heavy all the time. Leon had always been clingy in subtle ways around you, always sitting too close during lectures, always finding excuses to walk you back to your dorm, always looking at you like you personally hung the stars in the sky, but now he barely even had enough energy to hide how exhausted he was.
And that day, when he sneaked into the women’s dorms and knocked softly on your door close to midnight, he could barely stand by himself.
Eyes half closed, pillow in hand, pajamas already on.
He looked absolutely adorable.
But what made your heart ache just a little was the small and shy murmur that left his lips once you opened the door.
“Can I stay with you? Please.”
You agreed immediately, of course you did, stepping aside to let him inside while Leon looked almost relieved enough to collapse right there. Your room was small, your bed even smaller for two people, but the second he laid down beside you it was like his entire body finally gave up trying to stay awake.
He fell asleep incredibly fast.
You felt it immediately, those tiny spasms someone makes while drifting off, his breathing slowly evening out after days without proper rest, his body relaxing deeper and deeper into the mattress with every passing second. And then came the instinctive part.
His big warm hands reached for your waist like it was the most natural reaction his body could have to your closeness, almost desperate in the way he held onto you even while unconscious, like he had spent the entire week craving comfort without even realizing it.
His head nuzzled against the side of your neck immediately after, burying himself there with a soft sleepy sigh that made your whole body tense for a second.
Leon was affectionate awake.
Asleep, he was impossible.
You were not used to this, never having shared a bed before, especially not with someone so overwhelmingly clingy. His breathing tickled your skin constantly while he pressed himself closer and closer without even noticing, practically curling his entire body around yours like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.
And maybe, in some way, you were.
Small sleepy noises escaped him every now and then, quiet relieved sounds that made it obvious how exhausted he truly had been. His lips rested warm against your neck, slightly parted, occasionally brushing your skin whenever he shifted in his sleep, and you could even feel the faintest bit of drool against your shoulder now and then.
Like a puppy.
A giant, six foot tall puppy hopelessly in love with you.
Your best friend, top of the class smartass, often perceived as a tough guy because of his size and serious face, was clinging to you like a lifeline in his sleep.
And the worst part was that he looked completely peaceful while doing it.
Every time you moved even slightly, Leon followed unconsciously, tightening his hold around your waist with sleepy determination like his body refused to let you get too far away. At some point his leg ended up tangled with yours too, effectively trapping you against the wall while he buried his face even deeper against your neck with another exhausted sigh.
You honestly did not know how someone could be this affectionate unconsciously.
Especially Leon.
Sweet, awkward, painfully shy Leon who could barely survive a compliment from you without blushing violently now had his entire body wrapped around yours while sleeping like he belonged there.
You knew he was going to be mortified in the morning.
The moment he woke up and realized the position he had put himself in, he was probably going to turn completely red, avoid looking directly at your face, maybe even apologize so much he would start stumbling over his own words again.
But you already knew he was probably going to end up here again tomorrow night anyway, because after a whole week without proper sleep, after finally resting peacefully for the first time in days while holding onto you like this, there was no way Leon’s exhausted body was letting you go anytime soon.
Summary: Rookie Leon falling asleep on your shoulder by accident.
Leon Kennedy was not a very social guy, often perceived as shy most of the time, awkward even. So when he heard about the travel plans his class was making to celebrate their graduation, he was not very convinced about going.
That was until he overheard you talking to your friends about it and suddenly it became the best plan in the whole world.
Three years.
Three full years trying to talk to you, trying to form a coherent sentence without stumbling whenever you were around, and still nothing.
You were completely out of his league. Massively out of his reach. You were pretty and smart and funny and, oh god, you were so perfect it hurt.
And most of all, you were kind.
You always smiled at him when there was absolutely no need to do it. You always waved goodbye to him when the bell rang and pretended not to notice how flustered he got every single time.
If you were going to be there, then so would he be, even if it was just to observe you from a safe distance like the complete coward he was.
He packed everything he thought he might need for the four-hour road trip. Earbuds, snacks, a couple of comics in case he got bored, an extra hoodie, his portable cassette player, everything carefully organized in his bag the night before because Leon Kennedy was the kind of person who got nervous even preparing for a bus ride.
Still, nothing could have prepared him for the panic that hit him once he actually stepped onto the bus.
His eyes scanned every seat what felt like more than ten times, searching for your face, waiting to hear your laugh or at least catch a glimpse of your hair somewhere between the crowded seats.
Nothing. No sign of your beautiful hair, your friendly eyes, or your soft smile.
His stomach sank immediately, maybe you decided to stay home this time, maybe he had dragged himself out here for nothing, he almost considered getting off the bus right there.
And then you appeared just two minutes before departure, breath uneven from running, backpack hanging from one shoulder while your eyes searched around for an empty seat.
Only then did Leon realize the only available seat was the one next to him.
That was not exactly surprising. Nobody usually fought to sit beside the awkward quiet guy who spent lunch breaks reading comics instead of talking.
But right now? Right now it felt like a miracle.
Maybe this was fate.
Maybe this was the universe finally taking pity on him after three years of suffering in silence.
Maybe this was God rewarding him for starting to go to church with his mom on Sundays again.
Fuck, maybe he was dreaming.
He dreamed about you all the time after all, his subconscious already knew every detail of your face by memory.
You looked around one more time before your eyes landed on him and then you smiled.
Leon almost passed out right there.
“Can I sit here?” you asked.
His brain completely shut down. “Uh…”
Great start, Kennedy.
“Yeah” he managed to say after a painful second. “Yeah, of course.”
You thanked him softly before sliding into the seat beside him, adjusting your bag on your lap while he sat completely stiff next to the window, trying not to visibly malfunction.
You smelled nice, that was the first thing his traitorous brain noticed, something soft and warm, maybe vanilla mixed with your shampoo, subtle enough that he only noticed it because you were so close.
You were sitting so close to him.
Leon felt his heart beating so hard he was genuinely worried you could hear it.
You settled comfortably beside him while the rest of the class continued talking loudly around the bus, completely unaware that Leon Kennedy was currently experiencing the most important moment of his life.
And somehow, things only got worse for him, because your eyes landed on the comic resting on his lap “Oh” you said, sounding genuinely interested. “You read those?”
Leon looked down like he had forgotten he was even holding it “Uh… yeah.”
You smiled immediately “What issue is it?”
His head snapped toward you so fast he almost hurt his neck “You know this series?”
Please say yes.
Please.
“Of course I do,” you laughed softly. “My older brother used to collect them. I started stealing his comics when I was little.”
Leon stared at you.
No.
No way.
Not only were you the prettiest girl he had ever seen, but you also liked comics?
That was unfair, actually unfair.
His crush on you had already been catastrophic enough, but now this? God clearly had favorites.
“What?” you asked, amused by the way he was looking at you.
“N-Nothing” he said quickly. “I just… didn’t think you liked this kind of stuff.”
“Well, now I’m offended,” you teased. “What exactly did you think I liked?”
Leon felt heat crawl all the way up his neck.
“I don’t know” he mumbled awkwardly. “Normal things.”
That made you laugh again, and Leon decided right there that your laugh was probably his favorite sound in the world.
“What’s a normal thing?” you asked.
“I don’t know” he repeated helplessly. “Stuff cool people like.”
“You think I’m cool?”
Oh god.
Abort mission.
Abort immediately.
Leon looked away so fast it was almost violent “Well…” he muttered. “Yeah.”
Your smile softened a little at that, and somehow, instead of making things easier, it only made his chest hurt more.
The conversation started flowing after that, slowly but naturally. At first Leon stumbled over his own words every couple of sentences, his hands awkwardly fidgeting with the corner of the comic book while he tried to survive your attention.
But you were patient, kind, you never made him feel weird for taking too long to answer. Never laughed when he lost track of what he was saying halfway through a sentence because your eyes distracted him too much, you simply listened.
And Leon realized, with growing horror, that talking to you was actually nice, dangerously nice.
You asked him about his favorite characters, and when he started rambling apologetically about storylines and alternate covers, expecting you to lose interest immediately, you just kept listening with your chin resting on your hand.
“You really like talking about this stuff, huh?” you said softly.
Leon froze, embarrassed instantly “Sorry.”
“What? No.” You looked genuinely surprised. “I think it’s cute.”
Cute.
Cute.
Leon Kennedy was going to die on this bus.
At some point, one of your friends called your name from a few seats away, asking if you wanted to switch places and sit with them instead.
Leon’s stomach dropped immediately, but then you shook your head “I’m good here!”
Good here.
Leon genuinely had to stare out the window for a second just to recover emotionally.
After a while, the bus became quieter. Some people started falling asleep, others listened to music or talked more quietly among themselves while the road stretched endlessly ahead, you leaned back into your seat with a sigh “Four hours is a lot longer than I expected” you murmured.
Leon nodded nervously, then, after hesitating for a second, he slowly reached into his bag. “I, uh…” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “I brought music if you want to listen to something.”
Your smile returned instantly “I’d like that.”
Leon’s hands shook a little while untangling the earbuds and you pretended not to notice, he handed you one side carefully before pressing play on his cassette player, and a soft song filled the silence between you.
For a moment neither of you spoke.
You simply listened together while the bus moved steadily down the road, shoulders brushing every now and then whenever it hit a bump, Leon was hyperaware of everything, the warmth of your arm against his, the way you quietly hummed along to songs you recognized, the way you occasionally smiled at certain lyrics.
At some point, you started talking again, softer now, your voices naturally quieter to match the atmosphere around you, you spoke about music, movies, childhood memories, future plans.
And Leon listened to every word like it was the most important thing anyone had ever told him, hours passed without either of you noticing, at one point, you laughed so hard at one of his awkward jokes that you had to cover your mouth not to wake the others and Leon had never felt prouder of himself.
Eventually though, exhaustion started catching up to him, he had barely slept the night before because he was too nervous about this trip, too nervous about seeing you.
The music played softly in the background while the bus lights dimmed even more, the atmosphere turning warm and sleepy.
Leon tried to stay awake, really, really tried.
But your shoulder was right there, and you smelled nice, and the music was soft, and you kept talking in that gentle voice that made everything feel calm somehow.
His eyes started closing before he could stop them, his head tilted slightly, then more, and before he realized it, he felt something soft under his cheek, warm, comfortable.
His sleepy brain barely registered what happened before exhaustion fully won, he fell asleep on your shoulder completely by accident.
The second you felt the weight against you, you looked down in surprise and immediately melted.
Oh.
Oh, he was adorable.
Leon looked so peaceful asleep, all the nervous tension finally gone from his face. His blond hair fell messily over his forehead, lips slightly parted while he breathed slowly against your shoulder.
You could actually feel your heart ache a little.
Because after three years of watching him quietly admire you from afar, after three years of shy smiles and awkward eye contact and stumbling conversations in hallways, you knew something Leon clearly did not.
You had liked him for a very long time too.
Carefully, trying not to wake him, you adjusted your position slightly so he could rest more comfortably.
His sleepy self unconsciously moved even closer afterward.
And honestly? You did not mind at all, not even a little.
It was obvious to say Leon briefly considered opening the emergency exit and throwing himself onto the highway once he woke up.
Omg such a long time.. I hope you enjoy this one! Nerdy Leon Kennedy you'll always have a special place in my heart 😭.
Summary: After finding out your fiance hired a stripper for his bachelor party, you decide to get one yourself, but confusions happen, right? So instead, you end up with a rookie police officer in your living room.
You thought the day you got engaged was going to be the happiest day of your life. That was what you had always wanted, or at least what you had been telling yourself for the past couple of months after the proposal. You had repeated it enough times that it almost felt true, like something you were supposed to feel rather than something that came naturally.
Your fiancé was not exactly the most attentive man in the world. You knew that from the very beginning, had accepted it in a way that felt practical at the time. Relationships were not perfect, you told yourself, and not everyone showed love in the same way. Still, when he brought up the idea of having a bachelor party, you had been a little surprised. It did not seem like something he would care about.
After some insistence, you agreed to have your own version of it. Nothing too crazy, just a small reunion at your place with your closest friends. You called your best friend to help you organize everything, trusting her to make it at least a little more exciting than you would have on your own.
Parties were not really your thing. They never had been. You preferred quiet environments, familiar faces, conversations that did not require you to shout over music. So your plan was simple. A few drinks, maybe some board games, a little laughter, and then everyone would go home early enough for you to wake up rested for your big day.
That was the idea.
And for a while, it worked.
When the day finally arrived, your best friend showed up with what looked like an unreasonable amount of alcohol for a group of barely six people. Bottles clinked against each other as she carried them inside like she was preparing for a much bigger crowd.
“Girl, we’re like six people in here,” you said, shaking your head in disbelief.
“Six people?” she shot back immediately, eyes widening in exaggerated shock. “I should’ve brought more then. Come on, we’re having fun tonight, aren’t we?”
You laughed it off at first, but fun quickly turned into something else. The drinks stayed mostly untouched, the music was low, and the night settled into something much quieter than she had planned. You ended up playing board games, rolling dice, moving pieces around while the others tried to stay engaged.
You were the only one truly enjoying it.
By eleven at night, your fiancé had not answered any of your messages. Not a single one. Your phone sat beside you, screen lighting up occasionally with notifications that were never from him. Around you, your friends were visibly bored, trying to hide it out of politeness.
You could not even blame them.
And then, everything changed.
“Oh my god,” one of them suddenly said, her voice dropping into a stunned whisper.
“What?” someone else asked immediately, leaning over to see her phone.
You stayed focused on the board for a second longer, rolling the dice, waiting for someone to explain.
“Oh shit,” another voice added.
That got your attention.
“What?” you asked, softer this time, looking up.
They all turned toward you, and you saw it before they even spoke. That look. That hesitation. That uncomfortable shift in their expressions.
“Isn’t that…?”
The phone was turned toward you.
And your world tilted.
There he was.
Your boyfriend. No, your fiancé.
Sitting there, completely relaxed, while a woman barely covered in cheap fabric moved on his lap in a way that left very little to the imagination. His hands were on her waist, his expression entertained, completely at ease.
Fucking hell.
Your best friend quickly lowered the phone, muttering something under her breath that you could not quite hear. Everything around you blurred. The noise, the room, the voices. Your ears buzzed, your chest tightening in a way that felt sharp and unfamiliar.
“Fuck him,” your best friend said firmly, snapping your attention back to her. “Hey, gorgeous, listen to me. Don’t let this ruin your night, okay? We can just keep playing, it’s fine.”
You stared at her for a moment, your thoughts struggling to catch up with reality.
“I want a drink,” you said.
And that was when the real party started.
What had been quiet and controlled turned into something louder, messier, less contained. Drinks were poured generously, music turned up, voices rising as laughter replaced the earlier tension. You found yourself in the middle of it, glass in hand, surrounded by your friends as everything blurred into something easier to handle.
You laughed more than you expected. At jokes that were not funny, at things that did not make sense. You sang along to songs you barely knew, your voice mixing with theirs in off-key chaos that your neighbors were definitely going to hate.
“I can’t believe it,” you said at some point, your words slightly slurred after what was probably your fifth drink. “That bastard brought up this whole idea just so he could get a stripper.”
“Y’know what,” your best friend said, just as drunk, her words louder than necessary. “We should have one too.”
“A what?” you asked, blinking at her.
“A stripper. Like… a hot cop or something.”
You laughed immediately. “You’ve lost your mind. He’d hate it.”
The words lingered in your head for a second longer than they should have. The image of him, laughing, touching someone else like it was nothing, flashing through your mind again.
You tilted your head slightly.
“Alright,” you said. “Bring in those cops then.”
Her eyes widened in surprise before she broke into laughter.
“Alright! Hey Lydia, call the cops!”
“What?” Lydia shouted from across the room.
“Call the cops,” your friend repeated, making gestures that were anything but subtle.
And somehow, she did.
Actually called the police.
When the knock came at the door, your friend rushed to open it, only to be met with a middle-aged officer standing there, clearly confused.
“Raccoon City Police Department,” he said.
"Aren't you a little old for this job, buddy?" she asked, tilting her head. When a young man came after him, he looked naively young, sweet, baby-faced, and to be honest, barely legal. "Isn't he a little young for this?" she asked again. "Oh well, a win is a win, I guess. She always liked baby-faced men anyway. Hey, gorgeous! The strippers are here!"
"Strippers?!?" the rookie shouted, alarmed.
"Oh god, not again," the other officer said. "Listen, ma'am, we're not strippers, we're police officers, and no, this is not roleplay."
"Hey, what is taking so long?" another one of your friends shouted from inside.
"They say they're not strippers."
"Strippers? You asked for cops."
"Oh, you dumbass."
Yeah, confusion solved, at least.
"Hey, hey, ladies, party's not over," your friend shouted from the door. "We'll go to the bar and look for one, alright?"
"You're not driving anywhere, ma'am," the man said, then sighed. "Rookie, you'll stay here to make sure of that. Give me a call when everyone's in a cab or something."
"What!?"
"You heard it, rookie. Orders are orders, ma'am."
You were not expecting Leon to cross your door, dressed in uniform with that precious uncomfortable look on his face, those broad shoulders barely making it through the doorway, blue eyes scanning the room till they landed on you, and suddenly staying there was not that bad after all.
You were, stunning.
You were, fuck, you were so pretty, blushed cheeks from all the alcohol you've taken, makeup a little ruined by the tears, and even though you were the prettiest woman he had ever seen in his life, it was like for twenty-one years he had been blind, only to find you and finally open his eyes.
You were a dream, every man's dream in Leon's mind, and, and...
Oh god.
You were the bride.
Oh.
You could notice it, the way his lighted eyes faded when he realized, the way he tried to look another way just to unconsciously turn back to you again, all of it happened in just seconds.
"The stripper's staying!" your friend said. Leon's face turned all pink immediately.
"I'm not- this is not- oh god."
When Leon got on patrol, he never imagined ending up in a bachelorette party. He never pictured himself seated on a couch, surrounded by drunk women trying to put party caps on him, makeup and even some of the party's decorations, all while watching you drink alone in a corner. Aren't you supposed to be happy? You're the one getting married.
He stood up and went next to you on the couch. You looked at him and, god, he was even cuter this close. You hated yourself for thinking that.
"Hey," he spoke softly. Even then, he was soft, trying not to scare you or something. "I'm Leon."
"Hey," you answered with your own name. He smiled at it, like he was already imagining how it would sound with his last name instead of that fiancé of yours.
"Sorry for... not being a stripper, I guess."
That made you laugh dryly, and even that sounded perfect to his ears.
"Apologies accepted," you answered, your mood affected by the alcohol.
"Why aren't you..." he started, nodding towards the rest of your friends, who were now playing something you couldn't even tell what it was, neither could Leon. "...having fun?"
"It's just..." you sighed, deciding if it was a good idea to tell him or not. "My fiancé hired a stripper tonight. And I guess we wanted to get some revenge or something. I dunno, it was stupid."
Leon looked betrayed.
As if he was the one getting married tomorrow.
How could a man on earth hire another woman to spend a night with if he'll have the prettiest one by his side after the wedding?
"Idiot," he murmured. "He was the stupid one, not you, not this." He didn't know what else to say. Leon had never been good with words.
But you know what? There was one thing he did know well.
Bad jokes, and making people have a good time.
So he offered his hand to you.
"I might not be the man you were hoping for tonight, but I'm already here, we can have some fun."
You looked at him, feeling your own face burn in return, something a little too domestic settling in your chest, and without even thinking twice, you took it. His hand was warm and cozy, soft even when his job was so manly.
You thought the day of your proposal was the best day of your life, till you realized being with your best friends and a stranger in a room full of games, music, and laughter was even better.
Leon was making this special for you, letting himself be a mannequin just to see you smile, letting you and your friends apply lipstick on his lips that stayed longer than it should after he tried to wash it off, singing bad pop songs, ashamed, but still there.
He was doing this for you.
You knew it, he knew it.
You felt more cared for spending one night with him than in your whole relationship.
Maybe that was what made you call his name once he was leaving your house, once everyone was already at their own homes or on their way. Maybe that's what made you screw things up so badly.
Maybe that was what made you pull his uniform collar and kiss him like you've never kissed someone before.
His lips were as soft as him, comforting and inexperienced, grabbing your waist like he might faint from excitement just by one of your kisses.
Everything was silent after that. When you opened your eyes and looked into his, reality came to your mind like a gut punch.
But it was too late to give up, because you've already tasted him and now you didn't want to stop.
Summary: different Leon eras reaction to your first "I love you". Including Re2r and Re4r. Second part coming soon!
Re2r:
You were not the kind of person who expressed love easily. You never had been. It was not that you did not care about people, it was just that you had never felt the need to say it out loud, never felt that overwhelming urge to tell someone you loved them just because they existed. It always felt unnecessary, almost foreign.
That was, until you met Leon.
He was… different. Naive, in a way that was both frustrating and endearing at the same time. Completely clueless about how much you actually cared about him, even when you made it obvious in your own ways. And yet, when it came to his feelings, there was nothing subtle about them. It was painfully clear that he was in love with you.
He did not even try to hide it.
The way he looked at you said everything. Those big blue eyes, soft and wide, like some kind of overly affectionate puppy that had imprinted on you from the moment you met. Anyone could see it. Anyone could tell.
Especially you.
The first time he told you he loved you was not even planned. There was no buildup, no dramatic moment, no careful thought behind it. It just… happened.
You were having breakfast together before heading to the station. It was not a date, at least not officially, just something casual that had slowly become routine between the two of you. You were sitting across from each other, talking about your coworkers, gossiping about things that did not really matter.
You had just made a terrible joke. One of those that should not have been funny at all.
Leon laughed anyway.
Not just a small laugh. A real one. Loud, unfiltered, the kind that made people look your way for a second before going back to their own business.
And then, right in the middle of it, he said it.
“Oh god, I love you.” Just like that, like it was nothing, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
He froze right after, you could see the exact moment he realized what he had just said. His expression shifted, his laughter dying immediately as his brain caught up with his mouth.
And you just stared at him.
Had it scared you? Hell yeah, maybe a little.
Not because of him, not really, but because of what it meant. Because of how easy it had been for him to say it, and how impossible it felt for you to respond the same way.
But still… it was kinda cute.
And somehow, that made it harder to push away.
After that, things changed, slowly but surely. What started as something undefined became something real. By the time three months had passed, there was no doubt about it anymore.
You were together, like officially boyfriend and girlfriend.
Leon was living his dream, whether he admitted it or not. He had you, and now he did not have to hold back anymore. He told you he loved you constantly, at least fifty times a day if he could get away with it. Sometimes casually, sometimes with that same soft sincerity that made your chest feel tight.
And you always answered “Me too", it became automatic.
But still… those exact words never left your lips until that morning.
It started like absolute shit.
You were in bed, buried under your sheets, feeling like the flu had personally decided to ruin your life. Your head hurt, your body ached, and even breathing felt like too much effort.
Leon had insisted on coming over anyway.
You told him not to, multiple times, for his own good, you said. You did not want him getting sick too.
He ignored you showing up with breakfast, moving around your place like he belonged there, checking on you every few minutes like you might suddenly stop existing if he looked away for too long.
You appreciated it, even if you pretended not to.
When he was about to leave for work, he leaned down to press a soft kiss against your forehead, careful, gentle, like you might break under too much pressure. He told you to take care, mumbling something about stopping by again after his shift.
He was already halfway to the door when you said it.
“I love you.”
It barely came out.
More like a whisper than anything else, your voice weak from being sick, muffled slightly by the blanket still covering half your face.
But he heard it.
Leon stopped immediately and tuned around so fast it almost looked unnatural.
“Wait… what?” he asked, staring at you like he needed confirmation, like he was not sure his brain had not just made it up.
You looked at him, your eyes half-lidded, your expression tired.
“I love you.”
Still quiet, but undeniable.
For a second, he just stood there frozen.
And then everything happened at once, Leon did not go to work that day, there was absolutely no chance of that happening anymore.
Instead, he practically launched himself back toward you, climbing onto the bed without a second thought, completely ignoring every warning you had given him about getting sick.
He kissed your face like a man who had just won something he never thought he would have. Your forehead, your cheeks, the corner of your lips, anywhere he could reach without completely suffocating you.
You groaned, half annoyed, half laughing, trying to push him away without much success.
“Leon, you’re gonna get sick,” you mumbled.
“Worth it,” he answered immediately, not even hesitating.
And yeah.
He did get sick.
A couple of days later, he was the one complaining, the one stuck in bed while you sat nearby, watching him with a mix of amusement and disbelief.
But he did not regret it, because you had said it and that was all that mattered.
Re4r:
When your boss assigned you a new mission partner, Leon Kennedy was not who you expected.
You had heard about him, of course. Everyone had. Stories about his missions, his skills, his survival rate that seemed almost ridiculous. You had also heard his jokes echoing through the halls, terrible ones that somehow still managed to get a reaction out of people.
But you had never actually talked to him.
Not until that mission.
If you had to describe him in one word, it would be… charismatic. Annoyingly so. The kind of person who walked into a room and immediately owned it without even trying. Charming, confident, and completely incapable of keeping his mouth shut.
Especially around you.
From the very first day, he decided your name was optional.
“Sweetheart.” that was what he called you.
And you hated it.
At least at first, then came the rest “Princess" “Beauty“ “Doll”
At some point, you just accepted that “sweetheart” was the least annoying option out of all of them.
Your actual codename? Completely ignored.
During your first mission together, you did not hear it even once, instead, it was constant.
“Sweetheart, cover my back.”
“Nice work, doll.”
“Looking good while fighting, sweetheart.”
And then… “Hey, you think we should kiss to celebrate?”
You had stopped dead in your tracks when he said that, turning to look at him with a glare that could have killed him on the spot.
He just kept walking pretending he had said nothing at all, a little too flustered to let you know.
At first, you thought it was just how he was. His personality, his way of dealing with things. But the more time you spent around him, the more you noticed something.
He was not like that with everyone.
Around other women, he was composed. Polite. Just the right amount of kind to keep things professional without crossing any lines.
But with you? Completely different.
Those nicknames started to mean something else. Something more personal, more intentional. Something that made you feel… singled out.
And you hated that you noticed.
“Stop calling me that, Leon,” you told him once, already tired of hearing it for the hundredth time.
“That’s your codename, sweetheart,” he replied immediately.
“It’s not. And we’re not even on a mission right now, dumbass.”
“Well, it is now,” he said, clearly amused. “Besides, I know you love it. Deep, deep down in that heart of yours.”
He was right, you hated that he was right.
“I’m gonna let you die on our next mission, Kennedy.”
“No, you won’t,” he answered easily. “You love me.”
“No, I don’t.”
He looked at you then, that same stupid confidence written all over his face. “Well, I do love you, sweetheart.”
That was it, your whole face went red, not pink, not slightly flustered.
Completely red.
Maybe it was anger, maybe it was his tone, that stupid, casual way he said it, like it was nothing. Like it did not matter, or maybe it was the way he looked when he said it. That smirk, that confidence, that certainty that made it impossible to ignore.
So you hit his arm.
Not hard, but enough to make him react.
“Hey, what was that for?” he complained, rubbing the spot.
“I love you too, you freak."
Leon blinked stunned.
And then he smiled, like he had just won the lottery.
His arm still hurt a little, sure, but that did not matter anymore.
Hellooo!! I just posted a little "Leon Kennedy different eras" Wich you can find on my profile! I've been a little absent because of work, but I'd really appreciate it if you read it :)
Summary: different Leon eras reaction to your first "I love you". Including Re2r and Re4r. Second part coming soon!
Re2r:
You were not the kind of person who expressed love easily. You never had been. It was not that you did not care about people, it was just that you had never felt the need to say it out loud, never felt that overwhelming urge to tell someone you loved them just because they existed. It always felt unnecessary, almost foreign.
That was, until you met Leon.
He was… different. Naive, in a way that was both frustrating and endearing at the same time. Completely clueless about how much you actually cared about him, even when you made it obvious in your own ways. And yet, when it came to his feelings, there was nothing subtle about them. It was painfully clear that he was in love with you.
He did not even try to hide it.
The way he looked at you said everything. Those big blue eyes, soft and wide, like some kind of overly affectionate puppy that had imprinted on you from the moment you met. Anyone could see it. Anyone could tell.
Especially you.
The first time he told you he loved you was not even planned. There was no buildup, no dramatic moment, no careful thought behind it. It just… happened.
You were having breakfast together before heading to the station. It was not a date, at least not officially, just something casual that had slowly become routine between the two of you. You were sitting across from each other, talking about your coworkers, gossiping about things that did not really matter.
You had just made a terrible joke. One of those that should not have been funny at all.
Leon laughed anyway.
Not just a small laugh. A real one. Loud, unfiltered, the kind that made people look your way for a second before going back to their own business.
And then, right in the middle of it, he said it.
“Oh god, I love you.” Just like that, like it was nothing, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
He froze right after, you could see the exact moment he realized what he had just said. His expression shifted, his laughter dying immediately as his brain caught up with his mouth.
And you just stared at him.
Had it scared you? Hell yeah, maybe a little.
Not because of him, not really, but because of what it meant. Because of how easy it had been for him to say it, and how impossible it felt for you to respond the same way.
But still… it was kinda cute.
And somehow, that made it harder to push away.
After that, things changed, slowly but surely. What started as something undefined became something real. By the time three months had passed, there was no doubt about it anymore.
You were together, like officially boyfriend and girlfriend.
Leon was living his dream, whether he admitted it or not. He had you, and now he did not have to hold back anymore. He told you he loved you constantly, at least fifty times a day if he could get away with it. Sometimes casually, sometimes with that same soft sincerity that made your chest feel tight.
And you always answered “Me too", it became automatic.
But still… those exact words never left your lips until that morning.
It started like absolute shit.
You were in bed, buried under your sheets, feeling like the flu had personally decided to ruin your life. Your head hurt, your body ached, and even breathing felt like too much effort.
Leon had insisted on coming over anyway.
You told him not to, multiple times, for his own good, you said. You did not want him getting sick too.
He ignored you showing up with breakfast, moving around your place like he belonged there, checking on you every few minutes like you might suddenly stop existing if he looked away for too long.
You appreciated it, even if you pretended not to.
When he was about to leave for work, he leaned down to press a soft kiss against your forehead, careful, gentle, like you might break under too much pressure. He told you to take care, mumbling something about stopping by again after his shift.
He was already halfway to the door when you said it.
“I love you.”
It barely came out.
More like a whisper than anything else, your voice weak from being sick, muffled slightly by the blanket still covering half your face.
But he heard it.
Leon stopped immediately and tuned around so fast it almost looked unnatural.
“Wait… what?” he asked, staring at you like he needed confirmation, like he was not sure his brain had not just made it up.
You looked at him, your eyes half-lidded, your expression tired.
“I love you.”
Still quiet, but undeniable.
For a second, he just stood there frozen.
And then everything happened at once, Leon did not go to work that day, there was absolutely no chance of that happening anymore.
Instead, he practically launched himself back toward you, climbing onto the bed without a second thought, completely ignoring every warning you had given him about getting sick.
He kissed your face like a man who had just won something he never thought he would have. Your forehead, your cheeks, the corner of your lips, anywhere he could reach without completely suffocating you.
You groaned, half annoyed, half laughing, trying to push him away without much success.
“Leon, you’re gonna get sick,” you mumbled.
“Worth it,” he answered immediately, not even hesitating.
And yeah.
He did get sick.
A couple of days later, he was the one complaining, the one stuck in bed while you sat nearby, watching him with a mix of amusement and disbelief.
But he did not regret it, because you had said it and that was all that mattered.
Re4r:
When your boss assigned you a new mission partner, Leon Kennedy was not who you expected.
You had heard about him, of course. Everyone had. Stories about his missions, his skills, his survival rate that seemed almost ridiculous. You had also heard his jokes echoing through the halls, terrible ones that somehow still managed to get a reaction out of people.
But you had never actually talked to him.
Not until that mission.
If you had to describe him in one word, it would be… charismatic. Annoyingly so. The kind of person who walked into a room and immediately owned it without even trying. Charming, confident, and completely incapable of keeping his mouth shut.
Especially around you.
From the very first day, he decided your name was optional.
“Sweetheart.” that was what he called you.
And you hated it.
At least at first, then came the rest “Princess" “Beauty“ “Doll”
At some point, you just accepted that “sweetheart” was the least annoying option out of all of them.
Your actual codename? Completely ignored.
During your first mission together, you did not hear it even once, instead, it was constant.
“Sweetheart, cover my back.”
“Nice work, doll.”
“Looking good while fighting, sweetheart.”
And then… “Hey, you think we should kiss to celebrate?”
You had stopped dead in your tracks when he said that, turning to look at him with a glare that could have killed him on the spot.
He just kept walking pretending he had said nothing at all, a little too flustered to let you know.
At first, you thought it was just how he was. His personality, his way of dealing with things. But the more time you spent around him, the more you noticed something.
He was not like that with everyone.
Around other women, he was composed. Polite. Just the right amount of kind to keep things professional without crossing any lines.
But with you? Completely different.
Those nicknames started to mean something else. Something more personal, more intentional. Something that made you feel… singled out.
And you hated that you noticed.
“Stop calling me that, Leon,” you told him once, already tired of hearing it for the hundredth time.
“That’s your codename, sweetheart,” he replied immediately.
“It’s not. And we’re not even on a mission right now, dumbass.”
“Well, it is now,” he said, clearly amused. “Besides, I know you love it. Deep, deep down in that heart of yours.”
He was right, you hated that he was right.
“I’m gonna let you die on our next mission, Kennedy.”
“No, you won’t,” he answered easily. “You love me.”
“No, I don’t.”
He looked at you then, that same stupid confidence written all over his face. “Well, I do love you, sweetheart.”
That was it, your whole face went red, not pink, not slightly flustered.
Completely red.
Maybe it was anger, maybe it was his tone, that stupid, casual way he said it, like it was nothing. Like it did not matter, or maybe it was the way he looked when he said it. That smirk, that confidence, that certainty that made it impossible to ignore.
So you hit his arm.
Not hard, but enough to make him react.
“Hey, what was that for?” he complained, rubbing the spot.
“I love you too, you freak."
Leon blinked stunned.
And then he smiled, like he had just won the lottery.
His arm still hurt a little, sure, but that did not matter anymore.
Hellooo! I have the idea to start writing interactive fanfics here (based on a tiktok I saw lol) I don't know if it would work but I'm planning to give different routes for the story to end letting you choose what comes next
Would you read it?
I'm writing a draft today! Let's see how this turns out :)
Summary: Just Rookie Leon being all clingy to you all the time because he loves you so much.
You often found yourself thinking that maybe Leon Kennedy was just too sweet for you.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he was one or two years younger than you, but even that did not fully explain it. When you were his age, you had not been like that at all. You had been sharper, moodier, a lot less patient with people. You did not follow others around like they were the center of your world, and you definitely did not look at anyone the way Leon looked at you.
You first met Leon the day he got assigned as your rookie.
That was not something you had agreed to. You had not even said yes to it, but somehow it still happened, and now you had to deal with it. The only thing that made it slightly worth it was the extra money that came with being a training officer, so you took it anyway.
Still, when he stood in front of your desk that day, you had to take a second to process him.
He looked… way too excited.
You could barely tell the difference between him and a kid walking into a candy store for the first time in his life. His posture was straight, but there was this restless energy in the way he stood there, like he was trying very hard not to move too much.
The moment you introduced yourself, his hand shot forward eagerly, reaching for yours in a handshake. His palm was a little sweaty from nerves, but you shook it anyway, watching the way his blue eyes locked onto yours and stayed there for just a second longer than necessary.
You noticed it, you just did not say anything.
His first day was simple, quiet, and steady. He followed everything you said, asked questions when he needed to, and overall did not mess anything up too badly. He was clearly nervous about being a cop, that much was obvious, so at the end of the shift you did something you normally would not.
You reassured him, told him he did an acceptable job. That if he kept going like that, he would probably become a good policeman one day.
You did not usually do that, but the way his face changed made it worth it, his eyes brightened instantly, his whole expression softening before he got visibly flustered, like he did not know how to handle being told something nice.
That should have been your first warning because from that day on, you could not get him to shut up.
Apparently, that little confidence speech you gave him really encouraged him.
Really, really encouraged him.
Because now you were not training a nervous rookie anymore, you were training a yapping puppy, a very talkative, very clingy puppy that followed you around the station every second of the day.
You were having lunch? Oh, perfect, he was actually feeling a little hungry too.
You needed to talk to the lieutenant? That was great, he wanted to say hi as well.
You needed to walk somewhere alone for five minutes? Not happening. He was already right next to you, mid-conversation, like he had always been there.
You needed to use the ladies’ room? Yeah, he would be outside waiting for you like a bodyguard. Sometimes you genuinely thought he would go inside if that was not considered weird.
Absolutely clingy.
And you tried. You really tried to make him understand, you explained why you needed personal space, why you needed time alone, why being around someone all the time was not exactly normal. He would just stand there, looking at you with wide eyes, trying to put the pieces together like it was some kind of complicated puzzle.
But somehow, he always got it wrong.
If you said, “Look, Leon, I like having you around, yeah? But that does not have to be all the time, you know that, right?”
All he heard was, “Leon, I like having you around… all the time.”
If you said, “Leon, get the hell out of my sight for five minutes.”
What he heard was, “Hey Leon, I know you are all handsome and sweet, would you please leave me alone for exactly five minutes? I need to do girl stuff.”
And yeah, he would be back exactly five minutes later.
Not a second more, like a damn golden retriever.
And that included physical affection too, not because you encouraged it, but because it was nearly impossible to keep him out of your personal space.
You loved your personal space.
Leon loved your personal space too.
Whenever you were alone, he would find some excuse to be close. Always something that sounded just believable enough, but not quite.
Like the time he grabbed your hand out of nowhere and told you he was reading your palm.
You had stared at him for a moment, unimpressed.
“Leon, I do not think you can read my hand with your own,” you had said, watching the way his face immediately turned red.
“Yeah,” he had replied, completely unfazed by the logic of it, “but I can try.”
He hugged you every chance he got.
You finished paperwork successfully? That deserved a hug.
You arrested someone during patrol? You were so cool, that definitely deserved a hug.
You breathed wrong in his general direction? Probably still deserved a hug.
Your birthday had been a nightmare, he hugged you for what felt like eighty percent of the day, and the other twenty percent he spent eating cake while you were hiding in someone else’s office just to get a break.
Even then, he found you eventually.
He always did.
And when other people were around, it did not get much better.
He stayed close. Too close.
If you moved, he followed.
If you stepped away, he closed the distance again without even thinking about it.
During meetings, he would sometimes take your hand under the table, intertwining his fingers with yours like it was the most natural thing in the world. He knew you could not make a scene, could not call him out in front of everyone, and he used that to his advantage.
You had slapped his hand once.
Not hard, just enough to make a point.
He had looked at you, surprised for a second, but then he had smiled.
And neither of you really believed that would stop him.
It did not.
At some point, you stopped trying to understand it.
Or maybe you just stopped fighting it as much.
Because as exhausting as it was, as overwhelming as he could be, there was something about him that made it hard to push him away completely.
He was genuine.
Every word, every gesture, every bit of affection.
None of it felt forced.
None of it felt calculated.
It was just… Leon.
And that made it complicated.
One day, you tried to escape.
Slipped into the break room and you did not even think twice before laying down to take a nap.
Finally, silence.
You closed your eyes almost immediately, letting your body relax for the first time that day.
You fell asleep faster than you expected, and when you woke up, it was not because you wanted to, it was because you felt it, that familiar feeling, someone staring at you.
You opened your eyes slowly.
And there he was, sitting there like he had been waiting the whole time, looking at you with that same soft, slightly concerned expression.
“Hey, I was looking for you,” he said. “I looked everywhere. You had me worried.
You sighed, already annoyed, closing your eyes again and turning your back to him.
“Of course you did,” you murmured.
There was a small pause.
“Are you taking a nap?” he asked, stating the obvious, but there was something hopeful in his voice.
“Yeah.”
Another pause.
“Oh. Good,” he said, like that somehow solved something. “I am a little tired too… you know, from that paperwork.”
You stayed quiet, you knew exactly what he was doing.
Another ten seconds passed.
Then fifteen.
Then you sighed again, longer this time, giving up before he even had to ask "Yes, Leon, you can take a nap too.”
That was all he needed.
He moved immediately, like he had been waiting for permission the entire time. The bed dipped slightly as he laid down right next to you without hesitation, closing the distance like it was the most natural thing in the world. His arm wrapped around you carefully, pulling you closer without asking, like he already knew you were not going to stop him.
You should have said something.
You should have pushed him away.
You should have reminded him, again, about boundaries.
Instead, you stayed still.
Because as annoying as he was, as clingy and persistent and impossible to deal with as he could be…
He was warm, comforting, and for once, quiet.
Your body relaxed before you could stop it, your mind too tired to argue, too used to his presence to treat it like something foreign.
Leon adjusted slightly, settling in more comfortably, his hold gentle but secure, like he was afraid you might disappear if he let go.
And just like that, the silence returned.
Only this time, it did not feel like an escape.
It felt like something else entirely.
Something you were not quite ready to name yet.. Leon was definitely too sweet for you, but maybe that was not such a bad thing after all.
