It's been two days. Two days since Leon confessed his feelings to you. You were so surprised that you barely believed him and didn't say anything sane in response. Because... you didn't seem to be anything special, did you?

"Why?" you finally asked, showing up at his doorstep.

Leon lets out a dry chuckle, assessing your state of mind. And maybe it was the alcohol in your blood that you drank out of frustration and clearly overdid it, but his next words seemed surprisingly sincere.

"The thing is, knowing my horrible features, you never took your eyes off me. You threw yourself into the darkness with me and pushed me back out," Leon broke off and swallowed hard, leaning in close to your face. "You made me want to hide you and memorize you, inhale you. I'm sure it was people like you who were called witches in past centuries," he sighed as his voice dropped to a whisper.