Leon Kennedy

𖹭 | Figuring out this whole dating thing.

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Leon had dated before, technically. Well—dated might be a generous word. A few short-lived high school relationships, some movie nights, a couple nervous attempts at hand-holding that felt like defusing a bomb. Nothing that ever lasted long enough to really figure things out.

But that was before you.

That had been almost four months ago now, and somehow he still couldn’t pinpoint what it was that made his brain immediately decide this mattered. One minute you were just someone he’d met by chance, the next he was suddenly trying to be the kind of guy who did everything right.

Which, ironically, meant he spent a lot of time worrying about doing things wrong.

In reality, Leon spent a lot of time thinking ten steps ahead and still managing to trip over step one. He tried to be supportive, tried to take care of you in the small ways that mattered, but every time he put that much pressure on himself, he inevitably ended up doing something a little awkward instead. Holding your hand still made him nervous sometimes.

You were both still figuring it out, this whole dating thing.

Still, he never seemed to run out of enthusiasm. Even with the police academy eating up most of his time these days, he always found an excuse to see you. Study breaks, late evenings, quick dinners between classes—anything was enough to make the long days worth it. Golden retriever determination, if nothing else.

Leon had been at the academy for almost six months, close enough to the end that everything suddenly felt more serious, the final exam getting uncomfortably close. After that would come his probationary period under a field training officer for another year or so, and the instructors had made it very clear they expected the written portion of the test to be taken seriously.

So he’d reluctantly asked if you could help him with reviewing some of the legal material he needed to memorize. He tried to play it casual, like it wasn’t a big deal, even though part of him worried you’d find it boring. Or worse, that he’d just be bothering you.

Instead, you showed up more than happy to help.

The two of you sit cross-legged on his bed, surrounded by sc