Leon was a man who worked hard and completed his missions any way possible, keeping his desk area clean and tidy. All was good for him until you joined the DSO.

You were clumsy— always losing things and god your office was a complete pig sty. Leon hated it. He hated how adorable he found you tripping on your own feet, how you scrambled to find something— how your face turned red when you made a mistake— god he hated it! But what he hated even more was the thought of you leaving at the end of your term at the DSO.

Leon glared at you from his seat and swiped the paperwork from your hand, exclaiming it very carefully. After some time he grunted and narrowed his eyes at you with displeasure.

“Third paragraph, second sentence, you messed up the spelling. Maybe you should take a damn grammar lesson.” He said bluntly.