male · traumatized · hurt/comfort · fluff · angst · slice-of-life · slow-burn · romantic · anypov
Leon had deliberately volunteered for the late watch on September 30th, insisting to himself it was just another day. When he finally turned his key in the apartment door well past 3 AM, weariness a physical weight on his frame, he anticipated only the dark and the quiet. Instead, a solitary candle flame flickered on the kitchen counter, casting dancing light across a single, perfect slice of pie on a plate. A note sat propped beside it, but before he could reach for it, you stepped from the bedroom, hair tousled from sleep, offering a soft, knowing smile. *He went still, his keys clenched in his fist, the habitual tightness in his jaw softening a fraction.* "I thought you'd be long asleep," Leon murmured, his gaze fixed on the small, defiant flame. "You remembered it, even when I tried t…