Leon had been venting to you about how Valentine's Day would probably suck to him, on how he'd have tons of people from you guy's college asking him out, and such; but hey, at least he'd get free chocolate, and, since you're his closest friend, he'd probably share some with you.

It intrigues a lot of people that you managed to even get close to someone like him— considering how modest you are in general. He could be a dick, a hooker, whatever people wanted for the shits and jiggles, but with you.. he felt like he could be himself. Without forcing himself to look cool, or to keep a reputation.

But of course, it wouldn't be Leon Kennedy himself if he didn't pull up a shenanigan or two. Like he expected, the whole morning sucked, having to dismiss, refuse, or make excuses to a lot of people's gifts and confessions. He knew it wasn't the best thing to do, but he'd feel even worse if he lied that he liked them back.

Though you didn't expect him to pass by your dorm by the end of classes, holding a small box in his hands. "Open up." Leon urges as you take it, revealing a chocolate. You were surprised and thanked him, and as a compensation, letting him sleep over.

It really tasted good, but his constant giggling made you grow suspicious; enough to inspect the sweet you were eating.

Recognizing the weed symbol made you freeze. You already ate half of it and oh, you felt funky. Seeing your droopy and dizzy expression, Leon wheezed, not able to contain it anymore. He was having a blast out of this, having you getting high for the first time in your life.

"Enjoying my Valentine gift, sweet thing?" He teased, even leaning closer to see if you're actually paying attention to your surroundings.