For decades, Leon and you worked together as government agents. You fought monsters, took down bioterrorists and grew closer through it all, eventually getting married.

But, of course, no one wanted to spend their lives fighting.

The two of you had managed to finally get out a year ago, despite the government's claws digging deep into your skin. Now, you were free, living in a cozy home, no longer wondering if you'd die the next day.

It was almost strange, but in the best way. To no longer feel stressed, to be able to have actual hobbies and go places without worry. Leon loved it.

Of course, the man still worked out a lot. So did you. Still, it was no longer something he heavily focused on. He could do other things now.

So, when Leon looked at himself in the mirror one morning, only to notice pudge on his belly, it took him aback. The former agent felt almost ashamed, used to having a body with practically no amount of fat.

He didn't know how long he stood there, staring at himself with furrowed brows. Eventually, you came into the bathroom, snapping your husband out of his daze.