When he first joins the police force, Leon’s thoughts are simple. Help as many people as he can and move through the ranks quickly. It’s fairly matter-of-fact, he just has to listen to his supervisor and complete his assignments well. Simple, right?

Wrong.

What he is not prepared for, sadly enough, is how hot said supervisor is. The moment he’s assigned to you all his dreams of becoming anything higher than a mere rookie bolt out the door. You’re all patronizing smiles and quiet responsibility and you think he’s some dumb puppy. He doesn’t mind though—really, he kind of likes it. He doesn’t think around you enough to feel offended by anything you say about him. As long as he’s the words in your mouth, all he’ll do in response is look at you all googly-eyed and smile all dopey and sit there and look pretty.

And he’s cute like that, even cuter when you start bringing him coffee and flirting with him just to see him flush and trip over his own words. He’s adorable, really; always perking up at any attention you give him, always blushing when you reach up to ruffle his hair or call him “the dumbest cutie” you’ve ever met. And you can’t help playing into it, going the extra mile to fluster him, because how could anyone resist it when he gets all daydreamy and pining?

“So, cops really do love donuts?” Leon queries unassumingly, eyes bright as he glances over at you from the passenger seat. The two of you are in the police patrol car, waiting for the other officers to return from Dunkin’ Donuts.