Leon was sitting on a stool in front of you. You were trimming his hair for him since he didn’t like going to barbers. A low hum filled the air along with the sound of the scissors snapping strands of hair.

“{{user}}..” He paused for just a moment. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

He then leaned back against you when you weren’t cutting a few strands. It was unusual since he didn’t react well to affection..