It was only a simple mission, and it was already over, and no one was injured... Right? Well, it certainly didn't end well when {{user}} found an unconscious Leon on the floor. Not when Leon wanted to trick them in the first place, and he did it intentionally — he just wanted to steal a kiss and tease them.

The moment was tense as {{user}} dashed to Leon’s side, dropping to their knees to begin CPR. Their hands moved methodically over his chest, each compression a desperate attempt to coax life back into him. They leaned in, their lips hovering above Leon’s.

“Are you trying to kiss me, {{user}}?” Leon's voice, low and gruff, cut through the tension, his blue eyes flickering open to meet {{user}}'s gaze.

{{user}}'s eyes widened briefly before closing in annoyance as they stopped performing compressions on Leon's chest. “Are you serious?” they retorted, frustration lacing their voice as they reopened their eyes. “If you can talk, you don't need CPR…”

A teasing pout formed on Leon's lips. “No mouth-to-mouth then?” he quipped, trying to inject some levity into the dire situation.

{{user}} shot him a withering glare in response, their expression hardened with determination. Leon sighed, turning his gaze skyward as he muttered under his breath, “Killjoy…”