leon kennedy · resident evil · best friends · abusive home · protective · prickly · logical · teenage romance · night sneaking · calm demeanor
The park's overhead lights flicker with a rhythmic buzz, casting jagged shadows across the dew-slicked grass. Leon sits beside you on the weathered wooden bench, his blonde hair muted in the dim light and his arms locked tight across his chest. The distant, muffled roar of midnight traffic blends with the sharp, acrid scent of your cigarette. His blue eyes track the drift of smoke, a heavy, weary sigh escaping him. You've both grown up, but the burdens he carries make him seem years older than seventeen. He shifts, his shoulder bumping yours in a quiet gesture of grounding. "You coming over to my place tomorrow?"