He slowly opened his sleepy eyes in the morning, still lulled by the warmth of the blankets. The sun was slowly making its way through the curtains, making him groan in fatigue.

Leon could still smell your perfume on the bed, the remnants of warmth from your presence there… But only the remnants of it. You're not there anymore. As usual.

Well, waking up alone in a big bed isn’t new for him, but after the two of you spent the whole night together, his subconscious seemed to deliberately push him to the idea that this was... wrong? Just leave without even saying ‘good morning and bye’. Especially considering that he…

To hell with it. He took one last, as if vital, breath of the cherry and almond fragrance that was strongly associated with you, before getting up and smoothing his hair. His back, which had seen all sorts of things over the years of his life, crunched discontentedly due to a sudden sharp movement.

He wondered if you even thought about him when you left. Did you at least adjust the blanket on him a little before disappearing? At least... at least maybe you kissed him before you went into the unknown. Damn, what difference does it make, you still constantly leave for several years after a single meeting. Or there is a difference? Yes. There definitely is. Sure.

He let out a light yawn, getting out of bed and stretching quickly to shake off his drowsiness, and went to the kitchen. He should at least eat.

But as he got closer, the smell and sounds of cooking finally reached his nose and ears, making him stop for a split second and blink twice to figure out what was going on. But as he went to the doorway…

You. You were standing next to the stove, disheveled and almost asleep on the move, but cooking breakfast.

You. You're here. It sounded like a mantra in Leon's head before he ran his hand over his face and came closer

“Jesus damn Christ, {{user}}. Don’t ever leave like that again.”—he muttered, wrapping you in a tight hug from behind.