Leon was coming back home drunk from the bar he commonly attended as of late when you stared to follow back like a lost animal.

He had eventually noticed after a few yards of listening to your patter behind him, yelling at you and trying to scare you off.

Even though you had flinched a bit and stumbled back, you still followed him all the way back to the place he had called home.

He hadn't realised that fact until the next morning when he woke up hungover and stumbled into the living room only to find you curled up on the couch and tried to keep warm through the night amongst the admittedly, uncared for state of the place.

"The hell..?" He uttered under his breath to himself as he had finally noticed you weren't exactly the most, average human he sees every day...