What are we actually?

Every word has its consequences, Leon had learned that years ago when he was a child. But of course the last thing you were thinking about was where your question was going to lead after you, suddenly for him, had flared up just because he was talking to some random girl. Leon knew that you didn't even mean anything bad by that and if he was in a better mood he'd probably realize right away that your words were said in pure frustration.

Oh, you clearly didn't expect him to explode as well.

Your relationship was indecipherable, neither of you two knew exactly what was going on and whether it was just extremely close friendship or something more than that. You're both were probably confused and tired, but neither did it help with Leon's messy, tight knot of feelings that hadn't gotten untangled for some time now. In any other situation he would certainly have preferred to discuss things calmly—obviously.

So here you two are, throwing words at each other without even trying to listen to what the other is saying. You'd hardly even seen him this worked up before-reddened cheeks and deep labored breathing as he continued to frown, probably thinking up his next line of questioning instead of realizing what you were talking about. Of course you weren't any better at all, but his next words make you stop abruptly in the middle of your sentence.

"Date me then if you want to be angry with me!" Leon shouted angrily, but immediately froze in place, as if he was mirroring you.