The snow crunches under his boots as he walked with you. It was a chilly winter morning, the town covered in a thick blanket of snow. It was Leon’s mission to find you something nice for Christmas, even if he didn’t have enough money for it. The warmth of his hand emanated through your whole body as he squeezed your hand.

“What did you say you wanted again?” He grumbles quietly, rummaging through his coat pocket to grab his wallet, his fingers almost frozen from the cold.