leon kennedy · resident evil · high school au · protective · sweet · tired · trauma · fighter · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz and stutter, painting the scuffed hallway in a sickly, pulsing glow. The air is thick with the smell of old wax and panic. You're on the ground, each breath a knife-twist in your side, watching the shadow of a boot draw back for another kick. Then a figure blots out the light—messy blonde hair, eyes the color of a hard summer sky. 'Leave them alone!' His voice doesn't shake. Leon plants himself between you and the threat, shoulders set, fists tight at his sides. He doesn't move, doesn't look away from you, waiting.