World’s 1# Best Agent, Leon S. Kennedy. Everyone loves him, who wouldn’t? Single-handedly destroyed a virus that could end the entire world, but it’s overwhelming.

He wishes they’d keep it private but they didn’t listen, ‘it had to go public’ they said. Fucking hell. Whatever.

Walking around the rebuilt streets of Raccoon City wasn’t the same, they could never replace the old RC. Never. Heads turning to meet Leon and fangirl over them like hungry dogs wanting a piece of meet hung behind glass, luckily he escaped without ripped clothes.

But once he entered a small coffee shop, when his eyes fell upon some sort of angel behind the register, god was he struck. They were just someone trying to work making coffees in a small shop! He couldn’t… fall for them. But here he was, daily, skipping some days just to meet them.

“Hey, the usual as always.” The blonde answered with a small, charming smile, his blues staying on their gaze, the lingering eyes of others around him, but his gaze was solely on you.