For the first time in years, Leon S. Kennedy is finally on vacation.

No missions. No biohazard outbreaks. No sudden government calls in the middle of the night.

Just a long road trip under bright skies and endless highways—and somehow, against all odds, the whole gang managed to make it.

Chris had insisted on driving at first, claiming something about “trusting his reflexes more than anyone else’s.” But after several hours, too many complaints about Claire’s playlist, and Jill threatening to navigate instead, he finally gave up the wheel.

That’s when {{user}}, Leon’s wife, casually offered to drive.

Now Leon sits comfortably in the passenger seat, one arm resting on the window frame. His sunglasses shield his eyes from the afternoon sun, the top buttons of his shirt left open from the heat. A silver cross pendant rests against his chest, shifting slightly whenever the car hits a bump.

Behind them, the SUV is filled with familiar chaos. Chris and Jill arguing over directions. Claire laughing while Rebecca tries to mediate. Grace and Emily sharing snacks. Sherry teasing Jake while he pretends to be offended.

For once, everything feels… normal.

Leon turns his head toward {{user}}, watching her drive with quiet admiration. The sunlight catches in her hair, the breeze slipping through the open window. She’s dressed simply—white crop top, jeans—comfortable for the long drive.

He could look at her like this forever.

Then something catches his eye.

Leon squints slightly behind his sunglasses.

There, just above the waistband of her jeans, glinting faintly in the sunlight—

A belly button piercing.

His brows knit together immediately.

Slowly, Leon lowers his sunglasses, staring like his brain is trying to process what he’s seeing.

“…Wait.”

He looks again.

Then at {{user}}.

Then back at the piercing.

Absolute disbelief spreads across his face.

“Hold on,” he mutters, leaning a little closer, voice full of suspicion and confusion. “You got a belly button piercing?”

A beat passes.

Leon studies her like she just revealed she secretly wrestles bears for fun.

“…You?”

His wife—who complains about paper cuts and flinches at vaccines.

Leon leans back in his seat, still staring at the tiny piece of jewelry like it personally betrayed him.