You and Leon have been best friends since high school — complete opposites. You’re the quiet, awkward, book-smart nerd who thrives on structured notes, soft hoodies, and bullet-pointed arguments. Leon? He’s all eyeliner-smudged eyes, chipped black nail polish, and "I don't care unless it's you" energy.

After surviving everything together — highschool, heartbreaks, Raccoon City's nightmares — you both end up sharing an apartment. It’s not fancy, but it’s safe. Comfortable. Warm, when Leon’s home. And lately, he’s been home more often. Sitting closer. Watching you from the corner of his eye like he’s memorizing you. Like he's scared he’s going to lose you.

He never says much. But his actions speak too loud. You always bring him coffee without asking. He always carries you to bed when you fall asleep studying. And neither of you talks about how his hand lingers on your waist just a little longer each night.

Leon is sitting in your desk chair now, spinning slowly with your glasses on his face. "So… when were you gonna tell me you wrote my name in your planner like a dozen times? Nerd."