Yandere RE2R Leon S. Kennedy x Reader
Leon Kennedy treats lunch with a coworker as an opportunity to gather information for entirely normal and reasonable purposes.
A/N: Fun fact! Izuku is actually my real cat ≽^•⩊•^≼
"I'm awake…I'm awake," you pat Izuku's head. He had spent the last five minutes meowing at you to wake up for his breakfast. At least he was an adorable alarm clock. Annoying, but adorable.
Your cat also didn't seem to care that you didn't get your full seven hours of beauty sleep. It took a long time for you to fall asleep once you hopped into bed the previous night. No matter how hard you tried to drift off to sleep, the image of Leon pointing his phone at your apartment would send shivers down your spine. You think you fell asleep sometime after midnight, which is not terribly late, but you certainly did not get your usual amount of sleep.
You could not wait to make your coffee.
Izuku rubbed his head against yours, making trill sounds. "I'm getting up now, you hungry hungry hippo," you chuckle at him, finally getting out of bed to go to the kitchen.
For the next hour, you got ready for the work day. You put on a history podcast to distract you as you did your hair and makeup. Listening to the story of Eleanor of Aquitaine's life did little to calm your nerves. The thought of seeing Leon at work was making your stomach twist in knots.
The best explanation you could come up with was that Leon had spotted a particularly interesting bird outside your apartment and decided it was worth photographing. It was ridiculous, but somehow less ridiculous than the alternatives.
After a quick breakfast of eggs with some fruit and your coffee, you turn on the TV for Izuku to watch SpongeBob Squarepants and leave enough kibble in his bowl for him to survive the day.
"Bye. Love ya! Mommy's heading off to work to get you more toys!" You kissed him on his head, annoying the cat, who kept pawing at you to go away. You grab your brown Coach purse (a gift from your parents for your new job) and keys before blowing Izuku a kiss. Once the door closed, you turned to lock it and make sure it was completely secure. The lock clicked into place.
A voice behind you made you jump.
You quickly turn around, ready to smack whoever it was with your purse.
"Oh. It's you." You lowered the purse at the sight of Leon staring at you with a giant grin on his face. "Um…Why are you here?"
"Taking you to work." Leon looked genuinely confused. "What did you think I was doing?"
"Leon…" You sighed, "When I agreed to let you bring me home yesterday, I never said anything about you taking me to work. Now you had to wake up earlier just to come get me."
He shook his head, "No, I told you I don't want you on the bus. It is dangerous for a woman like you. And you don't need to worry, I don't live that far from here."
"This is the last time, ok?" You placed your keys in your purse as you both made your way to his car. "Since you don't want me to give you gas money, I am buying you lunch today."
Leon opens the door for you, "You don't need to."
You glared at him from the car seat.
"Fine…fine." He gave up, closing your door.
The smell of coffee reaches your nose, and you turn to look down at his half-empty coffee cup sitting in the cup holder. How long had he been sitting here? Or was he one of those people who chugged their drinks instead of savoring them?
"Off to work we go." Leon turned on the engine, looking back at you to make sure your seat belt was on.
You sat patiently in your seat, your head leaning back on the headrest. Glancing over at him, you notice him sporting a soft smile. Of course, only Leon would be happy to go to work. He truly was born to be a cop.
"I was serious, you know," you broke the silence, "I am not going to let you take me to and from work every day. If I really do need a ride, I will ask you."
His tone shifted. "We'll see."
You turned your head toward the window. That wasn't the answer you'd wanted.
The drive was short, with less traffic than usual on the roads. Once at work, you hopped out of the car and made your way inside after thanking Leon for the ride. Thankfully, Leon didn't follow you to your desk, allowing you to clock in in peace.
Being at work allowed you to distract yourself by working on police reports and transferring phone calls. You were glad that this job was uncomplicated but busy enough to make time pass quickly.
You knew it was noon when loud footsteps announced the arrival of Leon in the lobby. Turning your head to the right, you could see Leon jogging over.
"Ready to eat?" He leaned against the wooden desk you worked at. You noticed redness on his cheeks.
"Did you run all the down here?" You finished sending an email you were working on and gathered your things for lunch.
Leon's eyes lowered to the ground. "No."
Rolling your eyes, you walk around and stand in front of him. "So, what do you want to eat? Don't say anything crazy expensive, please. I don't get my first paycheck until Friday."
"There's a Thai restaurant down the street where a lot of us get lunch from, the Lotus Thai. You haven't been there, have you? It's cheap and yummy. They even give us RPD staff free egg rolls!" Leon beamed at you.
"If that is what you want, sure."
The two of you exit the station and walk down the street. It was a pleasant summer day, to everyone's surprise. Usually, the humidity would have everyone scrambling inside buildings, but people were out and about enjoying the weather. You both waved hello to several coworkers who were eating at restaurants you passed.
Leon placed his hand gently on your shoulder, guiding you to a vibrant yellow building. There was an outside patio with crimson red umbrellas on each table. It must be a popular place, as each table outside was taken.
"Good afternoon, Laura," he greeted a short, older woman who stood at the hostess stand. "Table for two, please."
"Of course! Who is this?" The woman asked with a light accent.
Leon introduced you, "She's our new front desk clerk. The princess of the RPD is what we call her."
"Nice to meet you, sweetie," Laura smiled and led you two to a table, and placed the menus down. "Enjoy!"
You took a moment to look over the menu.
Leon spoke up, "So…what are you going to get? I'm going to be basic and order a pad thai."
"Erm…pad kee mao I think."
After a waitress came by to take your orders, Leon smiled at you. "If you like the food, maybe we can make this a weekly thing. We can get out of the station and support a local business. We would kill two birds with one stone!"
"Let's see if I like it." You sighed, leaning back in your chair. Truthfully, you didn't want to make this a tradition. Leon wasn't incredibly annoying, but you enjoyed your lunchtime alone to decompress.
The food arrived after a few minutes of chatting, and it smelled divine. Leon didn't wait to scarf down his food like a vacuum as you tasted your dish. You had to hold back a moan from how delicious it was. Now you were really contemplating making a weekly visit, though preferably without Leon inhaling his noodles across the table from you.
You hadn't made a dent when Leon asked, "Do you like it?" His plate was clean, and he was reaching for the egg rolls in the middle of the table.
"See? Now we can come next week."
You sipped your water, "Or I can order it to go and take it back to work if it, eat with everyone else."
"I guess." Leon shrugged, finishing the egg roll. "I just think it is nice to get out of the station, you know? Especially you. I mean, I get to go on patrol, but you are stuck at that desk all day."
"It's not so bad. The building's huge, and I can get some steps in whenever I need to go get files from the storage room. I can also step out for some fresh air when it is slow."
Leon sat there silently watching you as you ate.
"Don't do that. The staring." You furrow your brows, a noodle dangling off your fork.
He pouted, resting his chin in his hand, and stared out the window behind you.
Leon couldn't stay silent for more than thirty seconds. "Do you like kids?"
Confused by his question, you turn around to figure out what caused him to ask that. Outside was a group of women, with one woman checking in on her baby in its carrier and another woman wiping her toddler's face with a napkin.
You turn back to face him, "Yeah, I like kids. My cousins have a bunch of children; they're basically my nieces and nephews."
"That's cute, but I meant if you want your own one day," Leon asked with a softness to his baby-blue eyes.
"Oh." You sat back. "Yes, whenever I'm married and all that jazz."
You breathe in. "More than one kid, but less than five. However many the father and I can financially handle and have the time for. I wouldn't want a bunch of kids if I ignore some of them. That's cruel. Then I have to think about how much my body can handle. Adoption is something I have always wanted to do too…"
Leon's fingers tapped on the surface of the table. "Do you know how old you want to be when you start a family?"
A little voice in your head wondered if these were normal questions to ask a coworker you have known for a week.
"Eh, I don't know. I just want to be married for sure before I carry anyone's baby for nine months. So whenever marriage happens, I guess."
Leon pursed his lips and nodded, looking at the time on his phone. It was time for both of you to head back to the station soon. You quickly pay for the food and tip the waitress. It was a silly sight, as many officers left the restaurant at the same time as you, all of you walking like ducks to the RPD.
You clocked back in and shifted into work mode, answering the ringing phone on your desk soon after you sat down.
The afternoon is a blur after receiving several visitors to the station and accomplishing small tasks for the higher-ups.
"Hey, princess," you hear Jill say as she walks down the stairs towards your desk. She walked over, a grin on her face. "What are you up to?"
You blink, a smile creeping up on your face at her unusually happy attitude, "I am working? What else would I be doing at 4:25 PM on a weekday?"
"You're right." She scratched her head. "Anyway…what are you doing tonight after work?"
"BZZZT!" Jill made an X with her arms. "Wrong answer. You are getting frozen yogurt with me."
"Oh?" You smiled, glancing up as you typed up an email. "What is the occasion?"
"The occasion is that I need frozen yogurt. I'll drive us. Meet you out front?" Jill walked backwards towards the staircase, holding up a thumbs-up.
"You got it." You gave a thumbs-up back.
Excited by the prospect of frozen yogurt, you run off to meet Jill the second the clock struck 5:00 PM.
She was already waiting outside by the door when you two walked to her car, giddy about treating yourselves so early in the week. "Don't judge the large cup I grab once we get to YogurtMania, Wesker has been on our ass all day."
You giggled, "I am glad I have yet to meet him. Don't think I want to."
Once inside her car, Jill blasted her music as she pulled out of the parking lot. You hummed along when you felt your phone buzzing in your purse. Pulling it out, you check who had been blowing up your phone.
Unknown Number: Hey, it's Leon. Where are you?
Unknown Number: Did you go to the bathroom when you clocked out?
Unknown Number: Do you want me to wait for you by my car?
It took everything in you not to groan, but you didn't want to ruin Jill's karaoke session.
You: No, I am fine. Jill and I are going somewhere, and she is taking me home after. I told you this morning that you don't need to give me a ride every day.
You: How did you get my number?
As you waited for his response, you added him to your contacts.
Leon: Chris gave it to me.
At least you now have his number in case you needed a ride. You put your phone away and enjoy your time with Jill, bonding over frozen yogurt and complaining about work.
Jill dropped you off before dinner time, as she knew you had a furry child to get home to.
"Hi, baby," you greeted Izuku when you walked in. The grey tabby cat meowed and rubbed his head on your legs to greet you. Judging from how he kept stretching his back, you assumed he had been sleeping until you got home. You set your bag down and remove your shoes, placing them on your shoe rack by your door. Izuku had a weird routine of sniffing your shoes whenever you came home.
You walked to the kitchen, serving Izuku his wet food and refilling his bowl of kibble so you could go ahead and prepare your own dinner.
After preparing yourself tomato soup and a grilled cheese, you brought it over to the living room to watch TV as you ate. Turning on Netflix, you search for a true crime documentary. Though part of you felt like you needed to stray away from crime, as you worked at a literal police station.
After choosing a documentary, you sat down on the forest-green love seat to eat. As you ate, Izuku's tail flicked back and forth rapidly, dangling off his window perch, on which he was lying. That meant he was focused, as his attention was usually on a bird or the kids living in the building.
"What's got your attention this time?" You asked him from the couch, leaning your body back to peek out the window.
Outside, you spotted Leon's car entering the parking lot.
He didn't park and drove past your unit, and then went back onto the main road, where his taillights disappeared around the corner.
This time, there was no reasonable explanation you could think of.
