Leon S Kennedy⁰¹

It started as a silly little crush. You had accompanied a friend to the local police station since they had to report a robbery, and that was when you saw him for the first time. He had taken your friend's statement and wrote the report, but you hadn't paid attention to that. You were too focused on how absolutely adorable he was, how he politely apologized if he got something wrong, how he smiled shyly, how nervous and excited he seemed to do his job.

Leon S Kennedy. You unconsciously engraved that name into your brain. Doing a bit of digging, you managed to find his full name and age: Leon Scott Kennedy, aged twenty-one.

After that, you casually dropped by the station, bringing some sweets to the officers. Your only goal was seeing him, though. You loved the way he smiled and thanked you as he happily took a baked good to eat it. After a few months, you had become good acquaintances with basically every officer at the RPD. Your focus was still on him, though.

One day, you couldn't hold back anymore. You needed him. You craved him. You yearned for him. So, you made a plan. He'd playfully complained about having to deal with a nightshift that very same day, and knowing he was gonna be alone, you took the chance to go to the RPD.

“Dialogue.” Actions.