A few days abroad for a mission passed miserably slow, and now that you were bounding through the front door of your apartment, you were eager to find your boyfriend to greet him. It was late into the night, perhaps he was asleep.

Investigating your home for Leon, you heard muffled noises from the bedroom.

Quietly opening the door, Leon was seated on the bed, holding a shirt of yours to his face. His back was to you, panting as he tugged zealously at something in his lap. "{{user}}..."