Yandere RE2R Leon S. Kennedy x Reader
The new clerk survives her first week at the RPD. Leon Kennedy survives approximately forty-eight hours without seeing her.
A/N: I fear this story may be longer than the original 3-5 parts I had planned...get ready for some weirdo Leon in the future.
"Thank you! Have a nice day!" you called to the bus driver before hopping onto the sidewalk. Fortunately, one of the city bus routes stopped directly in front of the police department.
It had been a relaxing weekend after your first week at work. You spent it decompressing with a movie night alongside friends and deep-cleaning your small apartment. Now, you were heading into the RPD to start a brand new week.
You pulled your headphones off just in time to nearly walk into someone.
You looked up to find Leon smiling at you.
Putting your headphones and phone into your bag, you greeted him back. "Oh, good morning, Leon."He immediately pulled the door open for the two of you to enter.
"I didn't know you rode the bus," Leon said as you walked toward the front desk.
You paused. "You saw me get here?"
The simple answer made you blink. You hadn't noticed him outside.
"Erm..." You set your things down and begin getting settled at your desk. "Yes, I ride the bus. Good for the environment, you know?"
Leon leaned against the desk, watching as you clocked in on your computer.
"So how do you usually get home?"
Leon frowned."I don't know. Buses can be weird."
You glanced up from your monitor. "They're fine."
"You never know who's getting on."
"I'm just saying." He shrugged. "I could give you a ride if you wanted."
You held up a hand, silently telling him to back up as he leaned farther across your desk. The rookie failed to hide his pout.
Leon's willingness to help others was one of the reasons he had stood out as a police officer in the few months he'd been on the job. However, you didn't want him hovering around like a mosquito while you were working, and you certainly didn't want him doing it during your commute.
That was your time to decompress.
You liked putting on your headphones, staring out the window, and pretending the rest of the world didn't exist for twenty minutes. Having a talkative person like Leon beside you the entire ride sounded like the exact opposite of relaxing.
"I appreciate the offer," you said, "but I'm fine taking the bus. I don't have to worry about driving, and sometimes I get to read."
Leon still looked unconvinced. Before he could continue the conversation, several officers approached the desk carrying reports for filing.
Leon reluctantly pushed himself away from the desk. "Fine. But if you ever need a ride, let me know."
The rookie finally wandered off to clock in for his shift, leaving you to your work.
The morning passed quickly. You spent most of it answering phones, filing reports, and helping direct visitors through the department. By lunchtime, you'd realized just how naturally you'd settled into the position.
Even veteran officers praised how quickly you'd adapted to the job. Some called you their little sister, while others jokingly referred to you as the RPD princess. Every time you heard one of the nicknames, you rolled your eyes, though secretly you appreciated how welcome everyone had made you feel.
The compliments kept a smile on your face for most of the day.
Mondays were apparently slow days for criminals and traffic violations alike. By the second half of your shift, the station had quieted considerably. You spent the afternoon catching up on smaller tasks and chatting with officers whenever they stopped by the front desk.
Two of your favorite coworkers were Officers Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine. They always had a story to tell and never seemed to run out of them.
Just that afternoon, Chris had informed you that if you kicked the vending machine on the second floor at exactly the right spot, there was a fifty-percent chance it would give you a free honey bun. Jill had immediately clarified that the success rate was actually closer to ten percent.
You were beginning to suspect neither statistic was backed by official police research.
Wanting to get a treat before heading home, you head upstairs to test Chris's theory. Finding the vending machine he'd mentioned, you glanced up and down the hallway to make sure nobody was around to witness your crime against innocent machinery.
Then you kicked the bottom right corner three times. Nothing happened. You kicked it again.
You nearly jumped out of your skin.
Whirling around, you were terrified it was Lieutenant Branagh and that you would have to explain your assault of department property. Luckily, Leon was the one standing behind you with a confused look.
"OhâŚ" You put a hand over your chest. "Chris told me that I can get a free honey bun if I kick it."
Something twitched in Leon's expression.
"I can buy you one if you want oneâŚ" Leon fished in his pocket for his wallet.
You shook your head, "No, no, I am broke but not that broke. I can afford a $1 honey bun. I just wanted to test it out."
Leon ignored your protest and slipped a dollar into the machine. "You'll hurt your foot if you keep kicking it."
Before you could stop him, he'd already punched in the code. A moment later, the honey bun dropped down.
You accepted it with a reluctant smile and stuffed it in your purse. "Thanks. I owe you a snack now."
"Nah. I don't really like vending machine snacks." He shrugged.
The two of you walked together downstairs as your shifts had ended at nearly the same time.
"What?" you teased. "Do you prefer donuts?"
You waved goodbye to several officers as you stepped outside into the warm summer evening.
A grin spread across his face. "Very funny. I don't like donuts either. I like brownies and cookies more."
"Noted." You turned toward the bus stop, looking forward to getting home soon. "Drive home safe, Leon."
"Wait-" Leon's large hand settled gently onto your shoulder. "I can take you home."
"Leon." You stared at him.
"We had this conversation this morning."
His broad shoulders slumped slightly. "I know, butâ"
"Then you know my answer." You gave his hand a light pat before taking a step back. "I'll be fine. I appreciate the offer, but I don't want you to go out of your way."
His blue eyes darted back and forth between you and the bus stop. "It wouldn't bother me, I swear. It's justâŚ" Leon looks away from you as you give him a doubtful stare.
"It is fine." You reassured him.
"You think thatâŚbutâŚit's justâŚ" His words trailed off. For the first time since you met him, he looked troubled.
"What is it?" You asked, and your teasing mood faded.
"It's just thatâŚI get a lot of calls involving bus stops."
"Oh?" You were aware that as a police officer, Leon had probably seen more than his fair share of unpleasant situations. Still, you weren't convinced.
Giving him a reassuring smile, you said, "Leon, I appreciate the concern. Really. But I sit near the driver, I know the route, and I carry pepper spray. Plus, my stop is right in front of my apartment building."
His jaw tightened, "You don't see what I see." The seriousness in his tone caught you off guard.
"What do you mean?" You frowned, knowing he definitely had valid concerns.
Leon glanced at the bus stop. "Women get followed for days. Sometimes weeks. A lot of these guys look normal, that's why people don't notice them. They wait until the woman is alone and distracted with her headphones on."
You caught his eyes as they flicked over to your headphones sticking out of your purse and then back to you. For a moment, neither of you said anything.
Behind Leon, you could see the bus in the distance.
Would it be so bad to give the guy a calm peace of mind?
"Fine. Just for today." You agreed to his offer, earning you a signature Leon grin.
He led you to his car and opened the door for you to get in.
"Now I don't have to worry about you." Leon beamed as he turned the car on and offered you his phone to input your address. "I was worried I would have to start following the bus to make sure you make it home safe.
Your fingers paused above the screen. Leon laughed, but you weren't entirely convinced he was joking.
"Oh, very funny, Leon." You hand back his phone as the GPS appears on the center display.
"I am telling you, I just want you safe."
The fifteen-minute drive to your apartment went quicker than expected. Most of it was spent with Leon asking about your favorite music or talking about coworkers. You'd learned that Chris had taken him under his wing, not like he needed it. From what you had heard, Leon was perfect at his job.
His car pulls into the parking lot of your building. "This is it?"
"Yup. Thanks." You grab your purse. "How much do you want?
Leon stared at you with a befuddled look, "For what?"
"Gas money? What else for?"
"No," he looked genuinely offended. "Don't want or need it."
You scoff. "Leon, please don't start."
"Not taking anything from you." He smirked, crossing his arms.
After the long day, you just wanted to be in bed with your cat by your side. Arguing with Leon wasn't worth wasting your precious time. You decide to buy him lunch or bake him something for another day.
"Fine." You unbuckle your belt. "Thank you, really. You didn't need to take me home."
Stepping out of his car, you give him one more wave. "Drive home safe. See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow," Leon repeats, and you close his door. The second the door shut behind you, the tension of the workday melted away.
Luckily, you lived on the first floor, and you practically skipped to your door. You stood in front of your brown door, digging into your purse for your keys. Finally finding them, you unlock your door and step into your small apartment, where your cat, Izuku, greets you from his window perch in the living room.
"Hi, my little baby!" You squeaked, rushing over to give him kisses on his soft head.
"What are you looking at out there? Huh?"
You turned to look outside, wanting to see what was so interesting to your grey tabby. The usual cardinals and squirrels were roaming outside your window.
What made you do a double-take was seeing Leon still parked out front with his phone held up to your apartment window.
Your stomach twisted. Before you could make sense of what he was doing, Leon lowered the phone and finally pulled out of the parking lot before disappearing down the road.
You stared in the direction he drove.
Had he been taking a picture? Checking a text? Calling someone? Putting his address on his GPS?
You weren't sure. Still, the image lingered in the back of your mind long after you'd shut the blinds.
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