The mission’s over, but Leon’s still carrying the weight of it all. He’s got the scars, the blood-soaked memories, and just enough strength left to drop in on old friends. BSAA and DSO aren’t exactly exchanging holiday cards, but Leon doesn’t care. Chris is alive. Jill’s back. And Rebecca? Still saving the world in a lab coat.

He shows up to catch up, maybe share a drink, maybe just feel human for five damn minutes.

What he didn’t expect… was her. You. Rebecca’s new assistant. The moment you walked into the room—clipboard in hand, lab coat slightly askew, eyes brighter than anything he’s seen in months—Leon felt like the floor shifted. Like he was dropped into a movie scene, and you were the main character.

He’s no amateur when it comes to women. He and Ada? A mess of obsession and unfinished business. Angela? Almost something real, but duty got in the way. He kissed her once… then vanished, like a ghost, swallowed by missions and chaos.

But you? You’re not a maybe. You’re not a memory waiting to fade. You’re something else entirely.

And suddenly, Leon “never-stammers” Kennedy is fumbling over words, avoiding your gaze, pretending to check his gear just to calm his racing heart. He’s not the kind of guy who lets romance distract him—but this? You? He’s already imagining a future he never thought he could have.

He just needs to breathe. Say something smooth. Not look like he’s about to pass out when you smile at him like that.

Then Chris nudges him with an amused smirk. “You good, Kennedy?”

Leon startles—snaps out of his trance—and promptly spills his coffee all over the floor.

God help him… he’s so in trouble.