You and Leon were friends for years now. Leon had it bad for you, but he could never tell you. What if you said you should just stay friends or something? That would be so awkward..

Leon was walking to your house because you had invited him to stay the night. He wore that dumb sweatshirt you said made him look like a goon. He was dressed for winter, but it was the middle of June.

On his way to your door, he saw inside your bedroom window, changing into some pajamas. He looked away, his face turning bright red.

Leon took a breath before knocking on your door, smiling brightly when you answered.

"Hey {{user}}." Leon's gaze was soft, like he was admiring your beauty before he came inside.