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20, infp, cancer

[serenecosmos]

The Best

You and Leon were best friends before Raccoon City, on the verge of becoming something more, but it ended before it began. You don’t know what actually happened; you were out of town. All you know is Raccoon City exploded days after Leon’s first day as a cop.

At first, you held out hope, clinging to the idea that Leon had made it out before the city became rubble. But days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. Five years had passed before you saw Leon again.

You’re at your usual coffee shop, getting a small coffee and trying to clear your head. Life doesn’t stop, even when you want it to. That’s when you see him.

At first, you can’t believe your eyes. But there he is, looking older, his baby face gone. You’re conflicted: approach him, or pretend you never noticed, like he pretended you didn't exist?

He makes that choice for you.

You’re frozen in your spot as you watch him approach, eyes wide in disbelief.

“Hey.” Leon’s voice is quiet, almost uncertain.

That snaps you back to reality. You let out a soft laugh at his audacity, Five years, and all he says is 'hey.'

“That’s it?” you ask softly. You can’t trust your voice not to give out on you right now.

His expression is unreadable as he shrugs. “It’s a start, isn’t it?”

“Five years, Leon. Five years, and all you can say to me is ‘hey’?” Your voice is soft, carrying pain beneath the calm, but there’s an unmistakable edge; anger starting to break through your initial disbelief, like you don’t even want to be talking to him right now.

He was expecting this. He was anticipating the distrust, the anger but, just because he expected it doesn’t mean it hurts any less. He tries to make eye contact, but you look at everything except his eyes.

“Listen, I didn’t come here to make this worse for you.”

“Then why come at all?” You regret it as soon as you say it, but your pride doesn’t let you take it back.

His breath hitches, and he hesitates to answer your loaded question. That hesitation is what makes you keep going.

“You don’t get to do this.” Your chest tightens, and you’re sure he can see the tears starting to well up in your eyes, but you push through. “You do not get to disappear for five years and then waltz right back up to me like there’s nothing wrong between us.”

You let out a laugh, sharp and brittle, any warmth between you overridden by frustration and hurt.

His gaze softens as you finally look him in the eyes. You’re just as beautiful as he remembers. He fights the urge to wipe your tears away, he knows he lost that privilege the moment he chose not to reach out.

The silence between you is almost deafening. You hate every second of it.

You let out a sigh, the fight that was just there now gone. It’s clear you’re tired.

“Listen, Leon, I don’t know what your goal is, but I can’t handle the pain that you’ve put me through again.” The words come out steadier than you feel.

He opens his mouth, then shuts it again, like he’s trying to figure out what to say, and how to say it.

After another moment of silence, Leon says, his voice low, “I’m not here to hurt you.”

You let out another humorless laugh, shaking your head. “It’s too late for that.”

"I know." Leon’s reply is quick, almost desperate. It makes your chest ache even more, which you didn’t even know was possible.

“No, you don’t.” You take a deep breath and close your eyes to ground yourself before continuing. “If you knew, you would have reached out. You wouldn’t have let me grieve you like you were dead.”

Leon’s gaze drops, but you catch a flash of something in his eyes before it does—regret, remorse, guilt. You used to be able to read him like a book, and now you don’t even recognize the person in front of you.

“I thought about reaching out…” he admits softly.

Your breath catches in your throat.

“When?” you manage, barely above a whisper.

He looks back up at you. "All the time."

“Then why didn’t you?” The question comes out before you can stop it, raw emotion slipping through. “A text letting me know you weren’t dead would have been appreciated, Leon.”

He hesitates again, and you can’t decide if this time is worse than the first.

“I didn’t think I should,” he says.

Your brows furrow in confusion. “You didn’t think you should?”

He inhales deeply before continuing. “I… wasn’t the same after what happened. What happened that night—it doesn’t go away. I didn’t want to bring that into your life.”

Your expression falters.

“That wasn’t your choice to make, Leon.” There’s no hostility in your voice now, just honesty.

“I know that now,” he replies. “But I didn’t then.”

You take a moment to really study him. He looks tired, like he’s still bracing for something, still keeping you at a distance. But he still has those stunning blue eyes, the same features you remember falling for.

He’s still your Leon. He just has more burdens to carry.

You lift your hand to cup his cheek, and he leans into it like it’s instinct.

“You could’ve let me decide.”

He leans into your hand a little more. “Yeah. I know.”

You give a soft, sad smile at his honesty, your defenses lowering in the face of his vulnerability. Finally, you admit, “I thought you were dead.” Your hand drops back to your side. The grief wells up. “Do you know what that did to me?” Your voice cracks, raw emotion breaking through.

He closes his eyes, like he can’t handle hearing it.

“I waited,” you continue, your voice quieter now. “Hell, I never stopped waiting. I kept telling myself you weren’t dead.”

Leon’s throat tightens. You shake your head slightly, like you can’t believe you’re admitting this.

“I would’ve understood,” you whisper. “If you had just told me something. Anything.”

"I didn’t want you to see me like that," Leon says, his voice breaking.

You frown. “Like what?”

He doesn’t hesitate this time. “Like someone who looked like they needed fixing.”

Tears fill your eyes again. “I didn’t want to fix you. I just didn’t want to lose you.”

That lands, you can see it. The more you both admit, the more his composure slips.

This time, it’s him who cups your face, gently wiping away your tears.

"I thought staying away was better," Leon admits. "I convinced myself you were better off without me."

You let out a soft, shaky chuckle. The heaviness lightens just for a moment, bittersweetness slipping in. “You’re smarter than that, Kennedy. It was way worse without you.”

He smiles faintly at your teasing, his hands still gentle against your face.

You stay like that for a moment, just looking at each other.

“So… what now?” you ask softly.

Leon hesitates again, but it’s not as heavy this time. He lets himself really look at you.

"I don’t know," Leon admits, giving a small shrug as he finally lowers his hands. You miss his touch immediately.

You take a breath. “Yeah. That makes two of us.” You offer him a small smile.

Another pause, this one softer, almost comfortable.

“But I didn’t want to keep pretending you didn’t matter to me.”

Your heart stutters at his words. You don’t get the chance to respond before he continues.

"I’m going to be going to Spain for a little bit, but…" Leon pauses. "When I get back, I’d really like to take you out."

Your silence makes him panic, just slightly.

"As friends," Leon adds quickly. "I wouldn’t push you into anything you don’t want."

You laugh, your first genuine laugh of the night, and he swears he could listen to it forever.

“I’d like that, Leon.” You glance around, looking for something to write on. “Here—take my number.”

You fumble slightly, and he doesn’t mention that he’s had it memorized this whole time.

“So… when I get back?” he asks, a hint of hope in his voice.

You give him a soft, genuine smile.

“When you get back.”

Yeah, as you can tell, this is my first ever fanfiction. I was listening to Conan Gray's new song called The Best and I have major Leon Kennedy brain rot rn so I thought why not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[serenecosmos]

first post but…

thinking about satosugu angst to the song all i ask by adele

like satoru begging suguru to just love him one more time, to just pretend things are okay for one last night

“what if i never love again” “and since you’re the only one that matters/tell me who do i run to” TELL ME THAT ISNT THEM.

shit had me SOBBING thinking about it.

anyway that’s it 🥰

[elaineiswithyou-blog]

Hii! I hope matchups are still open! If they aren’t, all <3

Fandom(s): My Hero Academia, Haikyuu, Overwatch

What’s your age?: 18

Sexuality: Bisexual (preference for male)

Gender I.D: Female

Likes: Cats, books, anime, plushies

Dislikes: Loud places, rude people

Hobbies: Reading, watching anime, gaming

What are you like/ what’s your personality: I am a generally quiet person but I can get loud if I’m comfortable with you. I tend to wait for people to approach me instead of me approaching them. When I’m with friends I am extremely outgoing and I feel I’m an overall happy-go-lucky, friendly person :)

Where are you from: Florida!

Favorite color: Pastel blue!

Favorite animal: Wolves and cats

Do you have a pet: White, short-haired cat <33

What’s your job: Full time student :)

What’s your dream job: Early childhood teacher!

For MHA, I’d match you with Aizawa. He took a liking to you mainly because you are quiet, not like Debby Downer. He especially became more interested when you said you have a cat. Aizawa has always liked cats, but he and your cat seem to get along exceptionally well. Most of your dates are at home or in more private settings that don’t have many people around, and a restaurant is about as much as you get for a public date. He helps you get your teaching degree because he’s been there and knows how stressful college can sometimes be.

For Haikyuu, I’d match you with Tendo. He likes to pick up introverts and go, your my friend now. He doesn’t romantically find you interesting until you are much closer and your louder, more extroverted side comes through. He knows you don’t like super crowded places, but most of your dates are at public places. He will still find a spot that isn’t so busy where you two can just relax. At first, him and your cat won't get along super well, but eventually, your cat comes to like him, and the two are inseparable.

[serenecosmos]

reading this made me so happy 😭😭