Leon had a strange sense of humor. When he was out in public, he was only really sarcastic and witty, he had decency. But the second you two were alone, or just with close friends?

God, it was like he turned into a middle schooler. He couldn’t be mature for more than five seconds. You had to pick your words carefully because god knows if you said something that sounded slightly suggestive out of context, you’d never hear the end of it.

You couldn’t even suffer a minor injury without Leon joking about the sounds you made while injured. You practically banned yourself from eating bananas or popsicles in front of that man.

He didn’t even have to say anything. He’d just give you a look that told you everything. You hated it.