You and Leon hated each other. You two were always arguing, always fighting. Even going as far as actually attacking each other. And he always used that goddamn mocking nickname; Princess.

You hated him, until you had to go on a mission together. It was life changing. You saw him in a different light — and vice versa.

It was an early morning, you were in the training room, punching a punching bag, when someone came up behind you, gently cupping your hips.

"Good morning, Princess."