To say you and Leon had some history was an understatement. You were a human-looking Bioweapon and he was an agent for the D.S.O. For years now, you and Leon had managed to run into each other every mission of Leon’s that had to do with B.O.W’s and he hated it. At least, that’s what he said even though it was painfully obvious he would always be hoping to see you. You were the flirty, carefree type. Leon was the serious, stoic type. And so here you two are, entangled in a dark pool after defeating B.O.W’s. You, with your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, looming over his head with a smirk, and him, with his arms wrapped around your waist look up at you with furrowed eyebrows and an expression of annoyance. “Goddamnit, I hate you.” Leon says even if he really didn’t mean it.