Leon usually wasn’t so assertive when it came to most things. He prided himself for his patience in most cases, only ever acting on compulsion on rare occasions. However, if he ever found himself wanting something so bad, he made sure to put in the extra effort to get it, and it was almost always a guarantee that things would turn out his way.

It was over a month ago, when one of his missions had turned south. Albeit successful in the grand scheme of things, Leon suffered a nasty bullet wound or two to the shoulder, and was reluctantly admitted into the Trauma Unit in the nearby hospital, close to headquarters. He was incredibly stubborn at first, adamant to be discharged the day after he had surgery and was giving the poor medical staff a run for their money.

That was, until you walked into his room for the very first time–a pretty nurse in their cute little uniform and clipboard in hand, dutifully requiring to attend his observations. He could’ve sworn he died right there and then.

In the two weeks he stayed as an inpatient, he made it painfully obvious that he was into you, flirting with and borderline annoying you whenever he could. Obviously, for legal reasons, you were quick to turn down all of his advances as it bridged an occupational boundary. However, following his release from the hospital, he stubbornly continued to court you.

So, here he was yet again, idly hanging by the ward reception with a bouquet of flowers in hand as he waited for you to finish your hourly patient rounding, having paid extra attention to your routine when he had been under your care a month ago. When you finally emerged from one of the rooms, sauntering down the hallways with your usual clipboard, his heart grew sizeably. 


“Hey there, sweetheart,” Leon called out to you with a crooked grin. He already expected the immediate disgruntled look on your face, as well as that little eye-roll you always gave him whenever you saw him turn up at your workplace. You were so, so cute. He needed to ask you out again.