It had all started one night, with you. You'd walked into the room just as he finished drying his hair and seen him shirtless.

It was a sight you were already used to; you knew every inch of his skin by heart. Everything, except for that nasty black bruise on his back, near his shoulder.

Of course, worry washed over you.

Leon pulled you from your thoughts when he cleared his throat and finished drying himself.

— “ I can feel your gaze. ” — He was still as playful as ever, oblivious to what was really going on.

Oblivious to what was happening inside him.

Oblivious that he had the Raccoon City Syndrome.