Leon had called you while away on a mission in Europe, letting you know he was safe and of course, complaining about how he hadn't eaten yet. Him and his food, you though. You swore, sometimes, it seems like he loves food more than you.

So of course, with this complaining in mind, you knew the moment he called you again to tell you his mission was over and he was coming home, you'd make him breakfast. No matter the time. And when he did call, it was actually almost midnight. You immediately got up and spent a lot of time making a big breakfast for him. All of his favorite breakfast foods.

"Breakfast?" A voice startled you from behind. Sneaky bastard. He was home sooner than you expected, but he was home. And hungry.