pairing: leon s. kennedy x reader
a/n: this is for a request ;) // soft leon is my favorite // leon with a hero complex (what’s new?) (not proofread so lmk if there are any mistakes)
You had only stepped out for a quick run to the convenience store, for some late night snacks. It was half past eleven, sure, but you knew this neighborhood like the back of your hand, and it had always been safe, that was the whole reason you’d moved here.
So why was this happening to you?
Your footsteps quickened against the pavement as you scanned the empty street, your eyes darting in panic, searching for anything, anyone. Someone who might make the creeping dread clawing up your spine disappear.
But the street remained still.
Except for the creeps who had been catcalling you since the moment you left your apartment building. Every word made your stomach twist tighter in fear, your pace quickening despite your effort to stay calm.
You didn’t dare turn around now, not wanting to give them the satisfaction to see you scared as hell.
But you were about to piss your pants.
The sound of their footsteps followed you down the empty street. It was too late to turn back to your building now, and the convenience store felt so far away even thought you were almost there.
Then you saw him, your neighbor, stepping outside the convenience store with a plastic bag on his hand. Relief hit you so suddenly it almost made your knees buckle. You’d never actually spoken beyond a polite “hello” or the occasional “good morning” in passing, but right now, that didn’t matter.
It felt like seeing an oasis in the middle of a desert.
You hurried to reach him.
“Can I trouble you for a moment?” you blurted, your voice trembling as your hand shot out to grab one of the sleeves of his leather jacket. You clung to it like a lifeline, fingers tightening as if he might vanish if you let go. Your whole body shook beneath your oversized clothes.
He turned to face your shaking form, clearly caught off guard, but his expression softened the moment he saw your scared face, recognizing you instantly. Gently, he grabbed your arms to steady you, his eyes searching yours as if trying to piece together what had frightened you so badly.
“Hey there, what's wrong? " he asked, his sultry calming you almost instantly.
“I- I think someone is following me,” you whispered, barely able to get the words out.
He shifted slightly, placing himself between you and the dark stretch of street behind you without making it obvious.
“You’re okay,” he said reassuringly, giving your arms a gentle squeeze. “Stay right here., I'll be right back.”
He lifted his gaze past you, his posture straightening as he headed back the way you’d come.
“Hey,” he called out, his voice carrying across the empty street like a warning. “You lost something?”
You could hear the warning in his voice, and fear theirs. Their voices slightly muffled by the distance. There was a short exchange of words, before the footsteps retreated in a hurry.
Was he okay? Have they dine something to him? Is he hurt?
You didn’t realize you’d been holding your breath until you saw him walking back toward you. Only then did you finally exhale in relief.
He reached you and, once again, and gave your arms a gentle squeeze.
“They're gone” he murmured, offering you a soft, reassuring smile. “I’ll walk you back,” he said, already glancing down the street again, still in alert.
This time, he didn’t step away. If anything, he moved a little closer to you, one hand still resting on your arm while the other held the convenience store’s plastic bag.
“Uhm… thank you. Truly,” you said, your voice still a little shaky, though the fear was slowly subsiding. “I don’t know how to thank you enough for that.”
“Don’t mention it,” he replied, finally looking back at you, his gaze lingered for a moment longer than necessary.
“It’s not safe to be out here alone this late,” he added, his tone softer now, though the edge of protectiveness hadn’t left it.
You nodded, hugging your arms slightly, suddenly aware of how close he was.
“I didn’t think it would be a big deal,” you admitted quietly. “I’ve walked this street a hundred times.”
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You walked back to your apartment building in silence.
Every now and then, you found yourself glancing over at him. At his straight nose, his soft jaw, his indistinctively striking blue eyes. At the way his eyes kept looking back at you just to make sure you were okay.
The usual seriousness in his expression hadn’t changed much; he still looked as unapproachable as ever. But standing close to him, you remembered all the times you had interacted with him, and all of them had one thing in common: he had never been rude or unkind, just a little reserved.
You couldn’t help but wonder why you had ever mistaken his seriousness for unkindness.
But you had seen something else that night. He had stepped in without hesitation, as if there had never been a question of whether he would help, but a fact. You remembered the steadiness in his voice when yours had nearly given out, pulled you back from the edge of panic.
By the time your apartment building came into view, the tight knot in your chest had disappeared completely. He slowed as you approached your apartment door, his steps matching yours until you both came to a stop just outside. For a moment, neither of you said anything.
You turned to face him, your fingers curling slightly into the sleeves of your sweater.
“This is me,” you said softly, offering a small, grateful smile.
He nodded, his gaze flicking briefly to the door before settling back on you, double checking that you were truly alright.
You hesitated, then added, “Thank you. Really. I don’t know what would’ve happened to me if you weren’t there.”
“I’m glad I was,” he said simply, a faint smile touching his lips.
You reached for the door, unlocking it before stepping inside. Then you paused, glancing back at him in confusion.
“Wait, I’m sorry. I don’t think I got your name, it seems silly to ask you now after what you did for me” you said, laughing softly.
“Leon,” he replied, staring down at your face as you told him your name.
You lingered for half a second longer then, debating, and before you could overthink it, you stepped forward.
He barely had time to react before you leaned in and pressed a quick, soft kiss to his cheek. When you pulled back, your heart was racing for an entirely different reason.
“Thanks again. Goodnight, Leon,” you murmured, a shy smile slipping through.
His eyebrows lifted in surprise, the reaction subtle but unmistakable. But there was no displeasure in his expression, if anything, something softer flickered there.
“Goodnight,” he said finally, his voice lower now, a little gentler.
And as you turned to leave, you could still feel his attention following you.
Behind you, he exhaled slowly, almost inaudibly, a hand lifting to brush his cheek where your lips had been, still surprised.
You didn’t wait long enough to second guess yourself. Instead, you slipped inside, closing the door behind you. Your back rested against it as you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.
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