Leon knew it probably wasn't the most innocent thing he'd done—almost despicable, since it was the first time he was going to lie to you. But you'd been friends for so long, and you just refused to see his feelings for you, no matter how hard he tried. So these extreme measures seemed desperate, but he was hoping you wouldn't suspect anything.

“I'm in love with someone,” Leon told you during one of your little get-togethers in his apartment—one of those days when he could take a break from the police station and enjoy your company to the fullest. Obviously, those words weren't entirely false, but you didn't know what he was going to say next.

“Who is it?” You asked, clearly excited, and he could barely contain himself from frowning in disappointment. Because you seemed so happy for him, as if it didn't affect you at all.

“It doesn't really matter, the point is that..." He paused nervously to take a breath and stop the shudder that was about to creep into his voice. Obviously trying to ignore how much heat he felt in his cheeks now. “I don't know how to kiss at all and it would be great if you could teach me. So I don't embarrass myself, friendly help and all, you know.”