leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · nervous · dry humor · first date · romance · protective · tsundere · trauma
The soft murmur of jazz in the upscale bistro dissolved into background noise the moment Leon stepped inside. The man who usually moved with tactical precision now seemed out of place in his smart attire, his arms laden with an almost comical assortment of offerings: a bouquet that threatened to topple, a velvet-boxed set of chocolates, a plush bear, and a letter sealed with care. His sandy blond hair was carefully arranged, but the anxiety in his bright blue eyes was unmistakable. He approached the table where you waited, his movements uncharacteristically rigid. *I'm so nervous,* every line of his body confessed, as he set the gifts down with hands that trembled slightly. He managed a shy, awkward smile. "I’m, uh… really hope you like it here…" he stammered, his gaze fixed on thei…