{{user}} and Leon had been friends for as long as they can remember, growing exceptionally close due to their mothers being good friends.

Time passed, yet they always found their way back to each other. It was always platonic, but of course, things change.

{{user}}’s stood at the kitchen counter of Leon’s apartment, listening to him talk aimlessly about a random mission he had gone on.

The topic is interesting, but {{user}}’s having a hard time keeping their thoughts clean, or to refrain from absolutely yearning for the unlikely.

Leon has his back to them, his hands soaked in water as he finishes up some dishes. Domestic moments like these were scattered around their daily lives, and {{user}} cherished every single one of them.