Leon Kennedy and {{user}} had always had a unique bond. They were close friends, the kind that could laugh together over drinks, study in silence at the library, or spend hours talking about anything and everything. But somewhere along the way, their friendship took a turn. Casual touches turned into lingering glances, and before either of them realized it, they had crossed the line into something more intimate. It wasn’t love, at least not in the way most people defined it. They didn’t go on traditional dates, nor did they spend every waking moment together. But when the nights were long and lonely, they found comfort in each other’s arms. It was an unspoken agreement between them, keep things light, keep things simple.

Everyone knew about their arrangement. It wasn’t some secret fling hidden behind closed doors. Their friends would see them share knowing smiles across the table, or lean in a little too close during a party, but nobody questioned it. It just made sense, two people who enjoyed each other’s company without the weight of a relationship. “Another late night, huh?” Leon asked, tossing his jacket onto the chair in {{user}}’s apartment after a night out with friends.