Don't Push It
RE2R Leon Kennedy x Reader
A little fluffy piece about Leon's crush on the RPD receptionist who has a fear of relationships.
Part 2 here!
This was the third time in an hour that Leon had walked up to the receptionist's desk. Your desk.
Leon didn't even get to speak when you calmly asked, "What is it this time, Leon?"
You had practically memorized the sounds of his footsteps. He didn't walk with as much heaviness as the other officers. He was light on his feet.
"How did you know it was me? You didn't even look up." Leon fidgeted with the snake plant next to the desk.
Glancing up, you notice the slight blush on his cheeks. It wasn't shocking. Everyone was aware of Leon's feelings towards you. When you started just over a month ago, the other staff and officers were welcoming towards you. However, the other recent hire, Leon, was especially attentive. Leon had practically begged Lieutenant Branagh to swap patrol shifts with another officer so that he could personally show you around the Raccoon City Police Department.
You hum before answering, "Well…you are one of the few officers who come up to the receptionist's desk. You are also the only one to come here multiple times a day…or multiple times in an hour."
He pursed his lips, "I was just going to ask if you wanted to grab dinner tonight or not."
Leon was a sweet man, cute even. Persistent as hell, though. Whenever he was done with reports or not patrolling the city streets, he would hang around the front desk. If you needed to print something, he would book it to the printer to get whatever you printed for you. If he caught you staring at the menu of the Thai place next door, you could expect him to show up during lunch with your order already in hand.
Not only would Leon do things for you, but he genuinely wanted to learn everything about you. Sometimes you would entertain him, answering every question he had about you. You swore that Leon knew more about you now than your best friend did.
"Did you happen to forget that I don't like dating colleagues?" you gave him a sarcastic smile.
You were aware that if Leon weren't handsome or so considerate, you would have probably complained to HR about him. Curse pretty privilege.
Leon pouts, "Come on…I know you like Italian food. There is also a really good ice cream spot next door to where I wanna take you. Please?"
"Nope. Now run along, pretty boy, before I have the lieutenant send you off to patrol the car meets tomorrow night," you said with amusement.
The blonde grumbled, but followed your orders as he went back to his desk.
You shake your head with a smile until you hear a female voice, "I gotta hand it to him…That guy is determined."
Looking up, you catch sight of the back of Jill's head as she watches Leon walk off.
Jill Valentine was your favorite co-worker at the RPD. You two bonded quickly over your love of dogs and your shared enjoyment of tormenting your male co-workers whenever they exposed their lack of knowledge about the female body.
Surprisingly, only Leon Kennedy understood how women use pads during their periods. Officer Redfield believed they were glued to a woman's body.
"Yeah…Determined never to leave me alone."
She snorts a laugh before glancing up with a more serious look. "Honey…do you seriously hate him? If you need help, then I can tell him off for you. You always joke around with him…I thought you enjoyed it."
"What? No-" you almost cough on your coffee. "He isn't that bad, not enough to make a complaint about him. I just…I think he shouldn't waste his time with me, ya know?
Jill furrowed her eyebrows, confusion on her face. "Waste his time? He is right where he wants to be."
You groan, "I mean, he should…I don't know…"
Slumping into your chair, you tug your cardigan tighter around your body. You knew exactly what your issue was, but it wasn't fun admitting it.
"What if I agree to go out with him and we end up hating each other? What if things get awkward and work becomes miserable? What if HR doesn't even allow relationships between co-workers? What if we actually get together and break up a year later and just waste each other's time—"
"Hey," she grabbed your hands that were flailing around, "You shouldn't be this stressed out over something that hasn't happened. Seriously."
You pout and hunch down on your chair, not wanting to hear a lecture at the moment.
Jill lets go of your hand and sports a soft smile. "I think you are more nervous about liking him than anything else."
Shrugging, you turn back to your computer screen. She was right, you were worried about falling for Leon, and the potential for heartbreak.
"Look, I know you don't need a relationship. They are not something we need to live with. However, you can't let a fear like that stop you from forming a connection that can be so special. I'm not saying to marry the guy, but even just one date could help you learn something about yourself." Jill pats your shoulder and waves a farewell.
Your eyes follow her as she walks away, replaying the conversation in your head.
What if this fear of heartbreak was stopping you from letting yourself be happy with someone who genuinely cared about you?
Your thoughts are interrupted by the sounds of police officers walking in from their lunch break, and you remind yourself to focus on work once more.
Except for the next hour, your mind was busy with images of Leon. You could barely focus during a phone call because all you could think about was Leon's cute chin and his large hands that always found their way just inches from yours.
Grumbling, you decide to flip a coin. Heads, you continue denying him and hope he moves on, or tails, where you go ask him out for dinner yourself.
You pull out a quarter and shut your eyes as the coin flies in the air. Once you heard the coin hit the wooden desk, you opened your eyes and looked down.
Tails.
"Fuuuuuuck…okay. Better do it now before you chicken out," you whispered to yourself.
You took your emotional support water bottle with you to the wing of the building where Leon's desk was. It was moments like these where you were thankful for how abnormally big the RPD was for a police department.
Standing outside the door of where his desk was, you took one breath before walking inside. Several officers greet you warmly, causing Leon to immediately look up from his desk when he hears them say your name. As he saw you walk over to him specifically, he stood up quickly to greet you, "Hey, you rarely come back here."
"Yeah…I uh…are you able to talk for a bit out in the hall?" you asked, uncertainty on your face.
Leon furrowed his brows, confused, "Uh, yeah. Sure. Everything alright?"
You nod and motion for him to follow you out into the hallway.
"So uh…" You cleared your throat as you two found a quiet spot. Leon's blue eyes were filled with worry as he looked at you. He had never noticed you so fidgety with him.
You grip onto your water bottle. "Is your offer for dinner still on the table or…?"
Leon froze for what seemed like eternity before his lips formed into a huge smile. "Are you serious? Really? Yes, yes. It is!" He went to grab your hands, but stopped himself from going overboard. "You aren't messing with me, right?"
Seeing his excitement melted your heart. "I am being very serious. Yeah, I'd like to go."
Leon could see that you were clearly out of your element, but didn't want to bring it up. The last thing he wanted to do was make you feel embarrassed.
"That's great! Thank you, really. I can make reservations and all, so you don't have to worry about anything. I will make sure the restaurant serves the dishes I know you like. Chicken parm, right?" He took out his notepad (which was for writing down info during patrols and not about what his crush likes to eat) to note down everything.
You nod, a ghost of a smile on your face as you notice his attentiveness, "Yeah, that sounds good."
Leon closes his notepad and puts it back in his pocket. You shifted nervously under his intense gaze. Leon couldn't stop staring at you, a blush dusting his cheeks while a dopey smile spread across his handsome face.
He breaks the silence, "Can we hug?"
"Don't push it."
Leon laughed quietly, the sound warm and breathless as he rubbed the back of his neck.
Maybe agreeing to dinner with Leon Kennedy wouldn't be the end of the world after all.
