yandere trainer!leon kennedy who watches you across the sparring mat, arms crossed, eyes unreadable as you struggle to get back on your feet. his voice is flat when he tells you to do it again and again. still, his eyes burn. you’re not sure if it’s anger, disappointment, or something darker. he corrects your form with the slightest touch to your hip, your wrist, your neck. his hands are calloused, movements clinical, but you feel his breath a second too long behind your ear. “if someone grabs you like this,” he says, twisting your arm until you wince, “you better make them regret it.” he never actually hurts you—he toes that line. he pushes you to exhaustion, to frustration, to pain. but never past it.
yandere trainer!leon who offers you private training sessions under the pretense of “accelerating your progress.” he tells the others you need extra conditioning. tells you it’s because he sees potential. but he trains you in secluded rooms, late hours, lights low. makes you run drills until your legs shake, then forces you into close-quarters combat with him. every time you land a hit, he smiles like he’s proud—but there's something possessive in that smile. when you fall, he’s already catching you, already too close. “you’re getting better,” he mutters, brushing your sweat-drenched hair back, thumb grazing your cheek in instinct. “but not good enough to beat me.”
yandere trainer!leon who leaves notes on your locker sometimes. they’re never signed. sometimes, it’s advice. sometimes, it’s warnings. you try to brush it off as part of the job—maybe it’s from hq, maybe it’s protocol—but the handwriting matches the curve of his signature. and when you show up where the notes tell you, he’s always already there. waiting. unreadable. like he knew you'd come even before you saw the message.
yandere trainer!leon who starts controlling more of your missions. he gets your name pulled from dangerous ops where you might be paired with other male agents. he tells hq you’re not ready—too eager, too unpredictable. you overhear someone say you’ve been “blacklisted from team rotations.” when you confront him, he doesn’t deny it. he just says, “you’re a danger to yourself. you rookies are always so eager to prove something.” there’s no apology in his voice. just finality. he doesn’t care if you’re angry. in fact, he likes it when you get in his face—because that means you're looking at him. choosing him. you’re his trainee. his responsibility. everything you do must be seen in his eyes.
yandere trainer!leon who sometimes snaps. not violently—but coldly. the more confident you get, the more defiant you become, the tighter he coils. one day, during a particularly grueling spar, you dodge every one of his attacks and smirk. you land a hit to his ribs. it’s not hard, but it’s enough. he grabs your wrist too fast, too hard, twisting it behind your back and slamming you to the mat with barely controlled force. you’re breathless. his body is pressed against yours in a pin that lasts too long. “don’t get cocky,” he groans. “you think you can take me? you have a long way until you can try me” and then—just as fast—he lets go. helps you up. the smile’s back. the one that doesn’t reach his eyes.
yandere trainer!leon who starts showing up outside of training. at your dorm. at the gym. at the dining halls. at first, it seems coincidental. maybe he’s just everywhere. maybe he’s just thorough. but then you notice he’s sitting two tables away every time you eat. walking behind you when you’re off duty. one night you hear footsteps outside your door. not close enough to be a threat, just…watching. you open it. no one’s there. but on some nights you're forgetting where you put things. your weapons are gone from the table. it shows up the next morning. cleaned. almost new.
yandere trainer!leon who is already planning your exit from the program. when he decides you’ve had enough field work, he’ll file the reports, forge the evaluations, burn the records. he’ll say you cracked under pressure. or died. or ran. whatever it takes. and then he’ll take you somewhere remote. you're going to trust him because he told you you're on a mission. you're going to be a mission for the rest of your life. to a place where no one will ever find you. he’ll train you there too—train you to love him, need him, trust him. he’ll be your only connection to the world. and that’s exactly how he wants it.
yandere trainer!leon who doesn’t want to fuck you. not just that. he wants to consume you. to protect you so completely, so violently, that no one else will even look at you without fear. he trains you to be strong, fast, lethal. he keeps you dependent. reminds you, over and over, that the world is full of threats you’re not ready for. but he is. he’s always ready. always watching. always there. and the more capable you become, the more he smiles to himself, knowing he’s building a perfect weapon—one that’s sharp, precise, and his.
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