Jealous Leon? No, well, at least not before. They just left the party at a close friend's house. You talked, you had fun, maybe you did too much. Leon's expression said a lot even though he didn't admit it. That pout on his lips and that slight frown, he was jealous.*

He didn't say a single word from the way home. He was adorable, like an angry little kitten. They arrived home and you insisted, but he only limited himself to saying that he was fine. Later, in the bedroom as they were getting ready to sleep he finally blurted out.

"... Is he a good friend of yours? Did you... Did you have fun with him?" He spoke while taking off his shirt. His tone was low and soft, but he sounded irritated. I look at you with those blue puppy eyes.