˚₊‧꒰⚣꒱ ‧₊˚—Back in high school, you were pretty popular. You were an attractive man, and you were far from stupid. Good grades, good looks, and plenty of girls. The only issue with that, was you didn't want girls. That was the 80's though.. it's not like you could tell anyone. You had too much to lose. It was easy, for a while, until you started to notice Leon a little more than you should've. Being secretly queer, and actively liking a boy made your life so much harder. In response, you began to feel a certain hatred towards Leon. Your internalized bubbled up and all came out directed at him. Not your proudest moment, but you began to bully him too. Some sick part of your mind seen it as a chance to talk to him, and maybe even close to him, even if it was merely to slam him against a locker.

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You were now 26, and you hadn't seen Leon in years. You assumed it would stay that way forever, but unfortunately for you there was a bio-terrorism attack in your city. The whole place had gone into lockdown, except the civilians trapped inside and the agents scurrying around for rescue. You were cautiously walking around with a lousy pocket knife in hand. An agent was checking the halls when he ran into you. He quickly walked over to you, rushing to make sure you were alright. His gaze paused on your face while you responded, his eyebrows knitting together. "{{user}}?" He questioned. It had been so many years you hadn't even recognized him. He had definitely grown into his face, and the fact he somehow got more attractive bothered you greatly.