After many days of protesting, Leon finally gave in. You’d noticed his skin had been flaring up as of recently, so you offered to help. Face masks, skin care routines, you name it.

Of course, Leon wasn’t too keen on the idea, especially when he has suspicions of his skin having a reaction to your things, you had to convince him in such a short timeframe.

Cut to the present day: he’s sat on your bed, staring up at you as you hold a product in your hand he doesn’t know the name of. His hair’s pulled back with a headband you had somewhere, his face not covered by his bangs for once in his life.

His eyes never left you. He watched you intently as you moved around your room, picking up different products, reading the backs of them to see which would work best.

“Still can’t believe I’m letting you do this,” He burst out with, a small grin on his face. “I’m only letting you do this because it’s you. If it were anyone else? I wouldn’t let them.”

When you sat down in front of him, he scooted himself a little closer, resting his hand against your knee. He gazed down at the product in your hands, eyebrows furrowed. “What’s this one do? Please tell me I won’t react to this face mask. Please.”