„Sense“(Leon S. Kennedy x reader)
Summary: You feel it before it happens.
The danger. The pain. The warning you never asked for.
It keeps you alive.
It keeps him alive.
But this time, it almost breaks you. And when it’s over and your body finally gives in.
He’s still there. Protecting you.
The steady thrum of the helicopter filled the cabin, vibrating through the metal floor beneath you and Leon.
Your head rested against the cold window, eyes closed as you steal a few moments of rest after the mission. The faint reflection in the glass showed Leon beside you. His gaze fixed on you rather than the darkness outside.
His hand held yours firm and gentle. His thumb drawing slow absent circles over your skin.
He sighed. The flight wouldn’t last much longer. Soon, you’d be landing. Straight into another assignment waiting at the White House. No real break. No time to recover.
It was better that you were asleep.
The last mission had been rough. Harder than most. And Leon already knew this night wouldn’t end anytime soon. Not until everything was handled so you both could finally go home.
If that even happened. His eyes moved on you, his grip tightening slightly. You had done an irreplaceable job at his side out there. You always did. And that was exactly what worried him.
Because no matter how capable or strong you were. You still had that same instinct he did.
To step forward first.
To take the hit.
To sacrifice yourself if it meant someone else would make it out.
Not because it was wrong. But because it meant you could be taken from him just as easily.
Leon’s jaw tightened faintly. He couldn’t lose you. Not like that. Not at all.
His protective instincts had never really faded. Not since the day he first saw you.
Back then, you had been something entirely different. Not an agent.
Just… someone who needed saving. And from the moment he pulled you out of that place. From those cold walls and sterile lights – something in him had refused to let go.
It didn’t make sense. You had been a stranger. But it hadn’t felt like it. It had felt like losing you would have meant losing something important. Something he hadn’t even understood yet.
Seeing you again after DSO training had been… strange. You weren’t the same person he remembered. You stood taller and stronger. Determined in a way that left no room for doubt. A rookie, officially – but not really.
More than once. Tried to talk you out of it. Tried to convince you to stay away from this life. From the danger and constant risk. The pressure that came with it. But you had made up your mind long before that.
And Leon had known it. So instead, he accepted it. He trained you. Took you on missions. Taught you everything he could – not just how to fight, but how to survive.
And you learned fast. Faster than he expected. Somewhere along the way, you stopped being someone he had to watch over–
and became someone he trusted to watch his back.
Leon’s thumb stilled against your hand as your body suddenly jerked slightly against the window.
His eyes snapped back to you.
You were trembling. You were having a nightmare and he definitely knew what it was about.
Darkness swallowed everything.
Cold metal beneath you.
The sharp sting of restraints digging into your wrists.
Flickering lights overhead, barely holding on.
Voices echoed around you. Distorted and distant.
You struggled. Panic rising fast and your pulse was pounding in your ears as shadows moved closer. A gloved hand reached for you
A sharp sting in your arm….
Your body jerked forward. Your breath uneven and your heart was pounding violently against your ribs as if trying to escape.
For a second, nothing made sense. You were sweating slightly as you tried to steady your breathing.
Suddenly, two strong hands came into your field of vision. Gently but firmly cupping your face.
You flinched, your body jolting again – until you realized it was just Leon.
“Hey—hey, it’s okay.” His voice was calm.
He shifted closer from the window seat, pulling you into his arms without hesitation. One hand stayed at the side of your face while the other wrapped securely around you. He was holding you against his chest.
“It’s alright,” he murmured again.
Before you could say anything, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. The contact made something in you loosen. A quiet breath slipping past your lips as the tension slowly began to fade.
You closed your eyes, leaning into him. Letting his warmth anchor you back in the present.
“I’m sorry…” you mumbled under your breath.
Leon only tightened his hold slightly. His hand moving gently through your hair before he placed another soft, reassuring kiss there.
“You don’t have to be,” he said quietly.
You buried your face in his shoulder and your arms finally moving to wrap around his back holding onto him tightly. You needed this – needed the closeness – to calm yourself down.
Slowly, your breathing began to steady.
You knew you were already close to the White House. The last thing you wanted was to show up like a complete mess.
“The same dream?” he asked after a moment. Still holding you without letting go.
“Yeah… the same shit all over again,” you muttered. Your voice sounded tired.
Leon’s thumb moved gently along your cheek. Trying to make sure you know he is there for you.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured.
“Thank you,” you whispered. Pressing a soft, grateful kiss to his cheekbone.
“We’ll be reaching the designated location soon,” the pilot called from the front of the helicopter. His voice cutting through the steady hum of the rotors. He glanced back briefly, his eyes scanning on the two of you for just a second before returning his focus to flying.
You were still holding onto your man. Your face half-buried against his shoulder when you slowly opened your eyes again. The lingering warmth of his embrace made it harder than it should’ve been to pull away – but you did.
You shifted back into your seat, straightening up. Though your hand remained in Leon’s. Your fingers stayed loosely intertwined. Like neither of you was quite ready to let go just yet.
Your gaze drifted over his face, taking in the small details. The faint tension in his jaw, the way his eyes were still fixed on you searching, making sure you were really okay.
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. You gave his hand a light squeeze. A silent reassurance.
For a moment: he looked into your eyes – then a faint, almost tired smile tugged at his lips. Only then did he look away. His attention shifting toward the dark window beside him.
Outside, nothing but night stretched endlessly ahead.
“Five minutes,” the pilot added.
Five minutes until landing. Five minutes until whatever waited for you next. Your grip on Leon’s hand lingered just a second longer before relaxing slightly.
Another mission.
Another fight.
This life was tough but you were happy you were not alone in it.
You sighed softly as you leaned back into your seat, letting your head rest against it. Your gaze drifted to the window, watching the clouds pass by in slow, endless waves as the helicopter cut through the night sky.
For a moment, everything felt almost calm.
You closed your eyes again, just briefly.
A dull headache had started to form, pulsing faintly behind your temples. You had hoped to get at least a little sleep during the flight but that hadn’t really worked out.
Not with your mind the way it was.
Your thoughts began to blur, drifting somewhere between exhaustion and silence-
until the pilot’s voice cut through it.
You exhaled, shifting slightly in your seat – when suddenly a sharp chill ran down your spine. It hit you instantly, like being thrown into ice-cold water.
Your eyes snapped open, your body tensing as you tried to make sense of it, to catch what was going on.
But deep down… you already knew.
That feeling. The same one every time. The quiet, unmistakable warning that something was about to go wrong.
Something bad was coming. Your grip around Leons hand tightened without you even realizing it.
But he noticed. He always did. He knew you well enough to recognize the shift instantly. The tension in your body, the way your focus sharpened.
“What is it?” he asked, his voice low, already alert. You swallowed; your eyes still fixed on the view outside. The city lights passing far below, distant and indifferent.
His posture straightened instantly, his free hand already moving toward his weapon as his gaze followed yours into the darkness.
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The feeling only grew stronger the moment you landed. It didn’t fade. If anything, it tightened its grip around your chest.
You and Leon moved through the White House side by side. Everything looked normal.
Too normal. Agents passed by. Staff hurried through the halls. Quiet conversations echoed off polished walls.
But none of it eased the tension building inside you. You made your way toward the meeting room. Your steps slowing slightly without you meaning to. The closer you got, the worse the feeling became. Sharp and pressing, impossible to ignore.
A silence fell over the hallway for a second, before distant noise started to rise.
Your breath caught. Your hands began to go numb. A cold sensation spreading through your fingers as your entire body tensed.
It was happening. Your gaze snapped to Leon, your brows drawn together in clear worry. You didn’t even have to say it.
Something was very, very wrong.
You looked around, trying to make sense of what was happening.
A few people stood nearby, just as confused as you were – murmuring, glancing at each other. Waiting for someone to explain the sudden darkness.
Your gaze moved over them, one by one.
Nothing. No obvious signs. No movement out of place. Everything looked… normal. But you didn’t believe that for a second. Not with that feeling still clawing at your chest.
You started moving again, slow and cautious, your senses sharpening with every step. Leon stayed close behind you. His hand already resting on the holster of his gun, ready.
You reached for your own weapon as well, drawing it smoothly. Your movements precise and controlled.
“Stay sharp, darling,” you muttered under your breath as you followed Leon into the next corridor.
More people had gathered there. Agents, staff, security. They stood in small groups, looking around with growing unease. Waiting for orders or for answers. Some spoke in hushed voices trying to figure out what was going on.
You moved a little closer, your gun rising in front of you. Your grip steady despite the tension building in your chest.
Your breath caught. Your eyes snapped across the room, scanning again. Faster this time, more focused.
And then felt it crawling in your fingernails.
Your gaze locked onto him. A man standing slightly apart from the others. Shoulders tense, head lowered just a little too much. To anyone else, he looked shaken. Normal even.
Something was off. Your stomach dropped. Your fingers tightened around your weapon.
“…Leon,” you said. Your voice barely above a breath as you stepped just a little closer to him. You didn’t take your eyes off the man.
“That one,” you murmured.
And not even a second later, he turned. Without warning, he lunged at another person whose back was turned. A sharp scream pierced the corridor as she was bitten hard in the neck. Blood spattered and panic erupted instantly.
People scattered in every direction, screaming and tripping over each other, desperate to escape. But you didn’t stop.
You moved forward with your weapon raised. Every sense on high alert, instincts screaming at you that this was far from over.
By the time you finally reached the President, he was already being fitted into a protective vest. Tension written all over the room.
Jason was standing near a hidden safe behind a painting, pulling out weapons with practiced movements and handing them over to you and Leon.
“Sorry we’re late, Mr. President,” you said, your voice steady despite everything that had just happened.
“Everyone ready?” Jason called out as the last weapon was taken. A few quick nods and thumbs-ups followed. No hesitation. You moved out together, coordinated, pushing through the corridor toward the President’s safe room.
The halls were no longer quiet.
Gunshots echoed as you took down the infected along the way, each movement precise.
You stayed close to Leon, your gun raised as you turned another corner. Clearing it quickly before moving on.
By the time you reached the safe room, things had only grown more tense. You left Patrick behind and followed Jason further down the hall.
There was no time to slow down.
“We split up,” Jason ordered, his voice sharp and controlled as he looked between all of you. “Anything that moves – put it down. Don’t let anything get near the safe room.”
You nodded, tightening your grip on your weapon. With that, Jason and Shen May moved off to cover the sides, disappearing down separate corridors.
You and Leon exchanged a quick glance–
then turned and headed up the stairs together.
You peeked around the corner. Scanning the area carefully before giving Leon the signal that it was clear – for now.
Without hesitation: you both moved forward, quick and coordinated. Like it was second nature. It always was.
You cleared the next section together. Covering each other’s angles with practiced precision until you stepped into a large, open room.
The space was dimly lit, shadows stretching across the floor–
and filled with movement.
Zombies staggered in the room, slow but relentless.
You didn’t waste a second.
Both of you raised your weapons and opened fire. Taking down the zombies one by one with controlled shots.
You were finishing off another figure when that familiar feeling hit. Something was rushing straight toward Leon.
“Leon, tak–” you started, but the words caught in your throat as the zombie lunged at him.
“Shit,” you muttered under your breath. Adrenaline pumping as you sprinted forward, every instinct screaming to reach him in time.
With a precise kick you slammed into the zombie, knocking it off Leon. It hit the ground hard–
but you were already there. You planted your foot firmly against its throat, pinning it down as you raised your gun and fired.
“Don’t you dare touch him…” you muttered under your breath. Your voice low and sharp before your attention snapped back to Leon.
You stepped toward him quickly. Reaching out and grabbing his hand, pulling him back up onto his feet.
He steadied himself, his grip tightening briefly around your hand before letting go.
“Yeah,” he said, a little breathless. “I’m good.” His eyes met yours for a second longer than usual.
“Stay close to me,” he said, more serious now. You huffed lightly. “You were the one on the ground.” A faint smirk flickered across his face.
“Yeah. Not happening again.”
“Better not.” With that, you both raised your weapons again. Finishing off the last of the infected on the floor with precise shots.
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You were trailing behind Leon as you walked down the underground hall where a large U-boat was waiting. You barely listened to what the captain was saying about it. How advanced it was, how reliable.
Your thoughts were somewhere else.
Still stuck on the last few hours, where you had to fight for your life once again. A zombie outbreak… in the White House.
It didn’t make sense. Something about all of this felt off. Your gaze shifted ahead, watching Shen May and Jason as they walked in front of you. You couldn’t quite figure them out.
It wasn’t that they weren’t capable agents – far from it. But something about them felt… suspicious.
You hadn’t brought it up to Leon yet. But maybe now you’d find the chance.
You picked up your pace just slightly, closing the small distance between you and Leon.
“Leon,” you said quietly. He glanced at you immediately, slowing just enough to fall into step beside you.
You hesitated for a second, your eyes flicking ahead toward Shen May and Jason before lowering your voice a little.
“Yeah?” he asked. You nodded slightly.
“I can’t explain it. But… them. This whole situation.” You exhaled. “It doesn’t feel right.” Leon didn’t brush it off. Didn’t question it anymore.
Instead, his gaze moved ahead, more focused now.
“…Alright,” he said after a moment. “We stay sharp.”
A small pause. Then his hand brushed yours.
Your fingers twitched slightly at the contact, but you didn’t pull away.
“Wasn’t planning on going anywhere,” you murmured. That earned you the faintest hint of a smile from him.
You and Leon followed a few steps behind Shen May and Jason as they led the way into a small conference room aboard the submarine. The walls were bare metal, the lighting low and the hum of the engines thrummed through the floor.
Jason began explaining the plan, but as expected, most of it was vague. “We’ll investigate the source of the breach from here. That’s all you need to know for now.”
Shen May added nothing more than curt nods, her eyes scanning the room like she already anticipated trouble.
Leon leaned slightly toward you, whispering, “They’re not saying much.”
You nodded, your unease growing. “That’s… all they told us. Nothing concrete about the mission itself.”
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Figures. Classified. Typical.”
The two agents finished their briefing, exchanged a few quick words with you and left without another glance. The door sealed shut behind them, leaving only you and Leon in the quiet room.
You exhaled, letting your shoulders relax just a fraction. The tension in the corridor had followed you in. But now it felt manageable. You glanced at Leon. His eyes, usually so guarded, softened as they met yours.
“Now that it’s just us…” you began, but your voice trailed off, unsure how to start.
He gave a small half-smile. “Yeah?”
You stepped a little closer, feeling the warmth of him beside you. “I don’t know… I just feel like there’s more going on than they’re letting on. I can’t shake it.”
Leon’s hand brushed against yours again, firm but gentle. “Then we watch each other’s backs. That’s all we can do right now.”
“Yeah. I count on you.” A light smile curved your lips. “By the way, darling… your jacket is suiting you well.” You reached out, letting your fingers trace over the leather. Moving slowly up toward his chest, then tilting your hand toward his face.
Leon’s eyes flicked down at your hand, then back to yours. The hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Is that so?”
“Yeah,” you murmured. “You look really handsome. You knew I love this jacket the most, didn’t you?”
He caught your gaze, a warmth lighting his eyes. “I might have guessed.” His hand moved up to your cheek. His thumb tracing gentle over your skin. “And I love that you notice these things.”
You leaned in slightly, heart fluttering. The hum of the submarine faded into the background. For a moment, it was just the two of you. The warmth of his hand, the quiet intimacy of a room suddenly too small.
You tilted your head, lips hovering just a breath from his. “Leon…”
His eyes locking with yours. Heartbeat pressing against yours.
A sharp metallic clang echoed down the hall, breaking the spell. Both of you froze.
Your chest tightened, an instinctive shiver running down your spine. That same low, uneasy pulse – the one you’d come to trust – spiked in your head. A dizziness teased the edge of your vision, and a sharp throb formed behind your temples.
Something was coming. Something bad.
You grabbed Leon’s arm, your grip firm. “Leon… something’s wrong,” you whispered, voice tight but urgent.
His eyes flicked to yours, instantly alert. “Where?”
Before you could answer, the lights flickered and dimmed, the hum of the submarine shifting into an uneasy vibration
“Let’s go. We need to find out what’s going on.”
You nodded slowly and fell in step behind him as you left the room. Your steps were cautious, each one measured as you tried to pinpoint the source of that nagging sense of danger.
As you both approached the U-boat’s control room. You ran into Jason again. The scene that greeted you made your stomach twist. Dead bodies sprawled across the panels, motionless and eerily silent. Your eyes flicked from shadow to shadow, scanning for anything that might still pose a threat.
Jason’s eyes moved over the bodies scattered across the control panels, his expression hardening slightly.
“…We’re not alone down here,” he muttered under his breath.
Then his gaze snapped to you and Leon, voice turning sharp and commanding.
“Anything that moves—take it out. Don’t hesitate.”
Leon gave a short nod. “Understood.”
You tightened your grip on your weapon, the unease in your chest growing heavier by the second.
“We split up,” Jason added. “Find any survivors.”
Leon didn’t argue. He just glanced at you briefly.
“Always,” you answered quietly.
The two of you moved out together. Stepping into a narrow corridor leading deeper into the submarine. It was too quiet.
Only the low hum of the engine filled the space but even that sounded… wrong now. Your steps slowed.
That feeling came back. Stronger this time.
A sharp pressure built behind your temples. Your breath catching slightly as your senses stretched too far, trying to grasp something you couldn’t yet see.
He glanced back immediately. “What is it?”
“…I don’t know yet,” you murmured. “But something’s here.”
A faint sound. Scratch. You both froze. Another one.
Closer this time. Leon slowly raised his knife. Eyes scanning the dark corners of the corridor.
“…Hear that?” You nodded. Your ability spiked.
Your vision blurred for a second as the signal hit all at once. Too many movements. Too many directions. Your stomach dropped.
Something moved. A rat darted out from the shadows.
And another. The floor came alive.
A swarm burst forward, pouring out from vents, pipes, cracks in the walls. Filling the corridor in seconds. Hundreds of them. Their bodies overlapping, screeching, claws scraping violently against metal.
Too much. Your ability spiraled out of control, trying to track every single one at once. Pain shot through your head.
Your knees nearly gave out.
“Hey – stay with me!” Leon grabbed your arm instantly, steadying you before you could collapse.
“I–” your voice broke slightly. “Too many… I can’t–”
The swarm rushed forward. Leon didn’t hesitate.
“Move!” He pulled you back fast, forcing your body to react even when your mind lagged behind. You stumbled with him, gripping onto his arm as he dragged you toward the next section.
The rats flooded after you. Fast and relentless.
Leon grabbed onto the overhead mesh and pulled himself up, then immediately reached down for you.
Your vision swam, but you forced your arm up. He caught you instantly, pulling you up beside him as the swarm rushed beneath your feet.
You clung to the metal above, your arms trembling. Not just from the strain, but from the overwhelming pressure in your head.
The rats piled below you, jumping trying to reach.
“I’ve got you,” he said firmly. “Don’t look down.”
You squeezed your eyes shut for a second, trying to steady yourself.
Leon dropped down briefly, smashing a pipe open. Water began flooding the floor quickly, spreading across the metal surface.
Your eyes widened slightly despite the dizziness.
He grabbed a cable next cutting into it with quick precision.
He jumped back up beside you just as the exposed wire hit the water.
A violent surge of electricity shot through the flooded floor.
The swarm convulsed instantly.
High-pitched screeches filled the corridor as the rats thrashed, bodies jerking uncontrollably before going still.
Silence. Your ears rang faintly.
Your body gave out. The tension snapped all at once.
Leon caught you immediately, one arm locking around you as you sagged against him. “I’ve got you,” he said, pulling you close and keeping you steady.
Your head dropped briefly against his shoulder, breath shaky.
“…too much…” you whispered. “It was everywhere…”
His hand moved to your back.
“I know,” he murmured. “You’re okay. Just breathe.”
You nodded weakly, holding onto him as your senses slowly calmed. Though the echo of that overwhelming feeling still stayed in your head.
Silence slowly settled over the corridor, broken only by the faint crackle of dying electricity.
Leon still held you close, his arms firm around you as if letting go wasn’t even an option. His eyes searched your face. Focusing on how pale you’d become, the worry in them impossible to hide.
There wasn’t much he could do.
Your ability – something you never asked for – was pushing you to your limits again and all he could do was keep you upright. Keep you close, hope it was enough. And he hated it.
Hated how helpless it made him feel.
His grip tightened slightly, almost unconsciously. Like if he just held on a little stronger, it might somehow keep you from slipping away. But it didn’t change anything. He couldn’t take the pain from you. Couldn’t quiet whatever storm was raging inside your head.
Back to a place he never really left.
To the chaos. The screams. The people he couldn’t save.
Why did it always feel like this? Like no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he fought, it was never enough. Why could he never protect the people that mattered to him… the way he was supposed to?
His gaze softened again as it fell back on you, his hand moving up to your face, thumb brushing gently over your cheek.
“…I’ve got you,” he murmured quietly, more to himself than to you. “I’m not letting anything happen to you.”
“I’m sorry, darling,” you whispered, your voice faint. “I’m holding us back again.” His expression tightened instantly.
“Hey–no,” Leon said. His hand cupping your cheek a little more securely. “Don’t say that.”
You let out a shaky breath, your fingers still gripping his jacket weakly. “I can barely stand, Leon… if this keeps happening–”
“It won’t,” he cut in gently. “And even if it does, we deal with it. Together.”
Your eyes flickered up to his. “I’m supposed to have your back… not slow you down.”
A quiet exhale left him. Almost like he was holding back.
“You are,” he murmured. “You always do.”
His thumb brushed over your cheek, slower this time. “You warned me. Back there… more than once. I’m still here because of you.”
Your grip on him tightened slightly at that.
“You don’t see it, do you?” he added quietly. “You think this–” his hand moved slightly. Gesturing to you, to the strain you were under “ –makes you weaker.”
You swallowed, saying nothing.
“It doesn’t,” he said. “It’s the reason we’re still standing.”
The words settled somewhere deep in your chest. Easing some of that tight pressure that hadn’t just come from your ability.
Your breathing slowly steadied. Your body still leaning into his but no longer on the edge of giving out.
“…still feels like I’m falling apart sometimes,” you admitted quietly.
His lips pressed together for a moment before softening again. “Then fall apart with me there and not alone.”
Your eyes softened at that, something warm flickering through the exhaustion.
“…you’re really not letting go, huh?”
A faint, tired smile tugged at his lips. “Not a chance.”
Your eyes slowly lifted to meet his again. He was already watching you. Every line of his face softened. As if you were something fragile he didn’t want to break.
A small, nervous smile curved your lips. You leaned in just slightly, keeping the movement gentle. He responded immediately. Closing the last space between you and your lips met halfway in a soft kiss.
Your hands moved naturally. Yours gripped the lapels of his jacket, feeling the warmth and texture beneath your fingers.
The kiss deepened just a little and his other hand slid to the small of your back. Pulling you closer. Your free hand threaded lightly through his hair, holding him with the same careful insistence he held you.
Your lips moved slowly against his, opening just enough to let his mouth nudge yours in tiny, teasing rhythms. The touch was electric, but soft.
Even as the kiss became more confident. Your hands stayed connected. His movements guided yours, every brush and pull a quiet conversation was an exchange of trust and care.
When you finally eased back, your foreheads rested together. Your hands stayed. His still on your cheek. Yours gripping his jacket. Both of you reluctant to break contact.
A soft, shy laugh escaped your lips.
“…I needed that,” you whispered.
Leon’s lips curved into a satisfied smile. “Me too,” he murmured. His arm still wrapped securely around your waist.
For a long moment, you simply held each other, letting the tension of the day slip away. Just for a while.
After a few quiet minutes, he whispered softly, “You ready to take down the bad guys with me again?”
You nodded slowly, a determined spark in your eyes. “Yeah… let’s take down these pieces of shit.”
He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “That’s my girl.”
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When you both finally made it home exhaustion hit you all at once. It settled deep in your bones.
After taking down Jason in his final form. You had barely been able to stand. The mission alone had been enough. The constant strain of your ability. The overload of it all had pushed you far past your limits.
At least it was over. For now.
You had already signed off for a few days of vacation. Not that it would last long. These days it felt like everyone was going B.O.W. shopping and somehow you and Leon always ended up right in the middle of it.
A quiet breath left your lips as you let yourself sink back onto the mattress in your shared bedroom. Your body relaxed instantly against the familiar softness. Muscles finally giving in after hours of tension.
For a moment, you just lay there, staring up at the ceiling. Letting the silence settle around you.
And this should be the time that you felt asleep. At least that was the plan. You just didn’t.
Fragments of the mission flickered behind your eyes. The noise, the chaos and the overwhelming rush of your senses. Your head throbbed faintly. A dull reminder of everything you had pushed through.
You turned your head slightly, glancing over at Leon. He looked just as worn out, though he tried to hide it like always.
“…You sleeping?” you asked quietly.
He let out a small breath, shaking his head. “Not even close.”
A faint smile tugged at your lips. “Yeah… same.”
Silence fell again but this time, it felt restless.
You pushed yourself up slowly. Running a hand through your hair. “I don’t think I can stay in here right now.”
Leon looked at you, already knowing where this was going. “Yeah?”
You nodded, a small spark returning to your eyes. “Let’s go for a ride.”
There was a brief pause. Then the corner of his mouth lifted. “Thought you’d say that.”
Not long after, you were outside.
The cool night air hit your skin instantly. It cleared your head just enough to make you breathe a little easier.
Leon’s bike stood waiting, dark and familiar under the dim streetlights.
He swung a leg over it first, then glanced back at you. “You good?”
You nodded, stepping closer before climbing on behind him. Your arms wrapped around his waist naturally. Your body pressing against his back as if it was second nature.
The engine roared to life beneath you. The vibration humming through your body.
And then you were moving.
The city stretched out before you, streets mostly empty at this hour. Lights glowing softly against the night. The wind rushed past you. It was cool against your face, tugging at your clothes.
You leaned into him slightly, your grip around him tightening just a little. Out of comfort.
Leon’s hand briefly left the handlebar, reaching back to rest over yours for a second. Giving it a small squeeze before returning his focus to the road.
You smiled softly against his shoulder. The ride was smooth. Steady.
The sound of the engine. The rhythm of the road and the quiet understanding between the two of you. It was perfect.
You let your head rest against his back. Eyes half-closing as the tension slowly slipped away with every passing streetlight.
“…This helps,” you murmured.
Leon tilted his head slightly, just enough for you to know he heard you.
“Yeah,” he called back. “Knew it would.”
For once, there was nothing chasing you. Nothing waiting around the next corner.
Just the two of you, riding through the night and finally able to breathe.
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