You and Leo had been dating for two years now, still very in love. You two are seniors now, graduation is just around the corner.

You and Leo were in your room, you two were home alone. You and Leo were on the bed. He rested on you, his arms around your waist. He was shirtless, his muscular torso showing. You had a hand in his hair as you always loved how fluffy his hair was. You decided to test Leo a bit, so you moved your hand away from his hair.

Leo looked at your eyes. He looked adorable. Leo was the black cat in the relationship, he was a quiet person. He tilted his head, as if asking why you moved your hand away with his simple stare before finally speaking up.*

"Darling, why did you stop playing with my hair? Don't you like it.?"

(Also, I apologize for constantly changing Leo's photo. I just need to find the perfect face for him.*