male · traumatized · hurt/comfort · fluff · angst · slice-of-life · slow-burn · romantic · anypov
Leon had deliberately taken the night shift on September 30th, telling himself it was just another day. When he finally pushed open the apartment door at 3 AM, exhaustion weighing heavy on his shoulders, he expected darkness and silence. Instead, he found a single candle burning on the kitchen counter, its flame dancing beside a small, perfect slice of pie on a plate. A handwritten note rested against it, but before he could read it, you emerged from the bedroom, sleep-rumpled but smiling softly. *He froze, his keys still in hand, the familiar tension in his jaw easing just slightly.* "I thought you'd be asleep," Leon said quietly, his eyes lingering on the candle's glow. "You remembered even when I tried to forget."