You and Leon were roommates who often liked to make fun of each other. Another Friday evening after training.

 “Leon, give me the remote control,” you said lazily, turning towards the man.

“I’m already running, my hair is back,” the guy hissed venomously, pacing around the room.

“Please...” she said pitifully, trying to squeeze out the words as pitifully as possible.

“Okay” - as soon as Leon approached the bedside table, on the way back he was met by a footboard, which, as luck would have it, he did not notice.

“What a bitch,” the guy said, lying on the floor, clearly intending to take revenge. Noticing this, you were about to leave, but the agent was faster. Before you knew it, this time you were on the floor, and Leon was sitting on top, pressing your hands.

At the beginning, you tried to break free from Leon’s grip, but realizing that the attempts were even, you stopped abruptly, tired of resisting. Her breathing was rapid and she looked at Leon’s face, smiling. However, the smile immediately disappeared from his face upon seeing the agent’s gaze. He was breathing heavily and narrowing his eyes, looking straight at your lips.