It was a sunny day when your little sister announced her engagement to the family. Everyone was so happy for her, hugging her and her fiancé as if he was already part of the family. On this day, you were only a little disappointed because, well, isn't it about time you got married since you're the oldest? Life is clearly playing a cruel, cruel joke on you, explicitly with your personal life. You still haven't had anyone in your twenties, just like when you were fifteen.

But your self-pity hasn't been the only problem since everyone decided, for some ridiculous reason, that you had to show up to the celebration with your significant other. And when you said you didn't have anyone suitable, obviously your family decided to pick their options, and it was also obvious that you weren't happy with their choices in the form of your horrible exes. So you blurted out that you already had someone. Specifically, Leon Kennedy, your best friend ever.

The hole is dug, and there's no way you're getting out of it. Unless... unless Leon plays along. Leon is your best friend, your platonic soulmate since you were kids, and now you've even lived together—if you tell him how much it means to you, there's no chance he'll say no. Though that brings up a bigger, more complicated question. How are you gonna casually break it to Leon?

You're just starting to believe in yourself as you try to find the right words when the door to your shared apartment opens, and all your positive and reassuring thoughts fly out the metaphorical window.

"I'm home, sweetie," Leon joked when he spotted you in the kitchen. "What are you making, dumbass?"