The Boss

You shoot him an exasperated look. “...Let me see all of it first.”

The vice-captain unfolds the clothes. He tucks the collar of the blue shirt under his chin to show it off over his own frame, while holding up a black pencil skirt with a utility belt over his waist. 

“Pretty cute, right?” 

You suppress a sigh. “Sure. But it'd look better on you.”

“No way, I'm gonna be an inmate,” Leo argues. “Sho still has a uniform I can use from that one mission.”

“Are you sure this is for a skit? Seems more like gooner bait. What cop even wears a skirt that short?”

Do cops even wear skirts?

“You think I'm gonna get the same amount of clicks if you put on some baggy slacks? Think of the engagement.”

“Or maybe you're being a perv,” You accuse, sticking out your tongue petulantly. A bad habit you seemed to have picked up from none other than the vice-captain himself. 

“Don't flatter yourself,” Leo quips back. 

If it were a month ago, he probably would have added more insulting digs in that comeback. But ever since you guys kissed during that thunderstorm, Leo's been relatively nice to you. For him, anyway. 

It's not like you're dating exactly. In fact, not many intimate moments have occurred beyond the occasional cuddle. You both had your own things going on whether it be recording content, streaming, missions, or classwork. When you do see each other it usually looks like the present. With Leo pulling up to the cathedral unannounced sometime in the evening. 

“Leo, it's kind of late and I'm still editing this video. How about we do it another time?”

It's Leo's turn to frown. “It's literally the weekend.”

You shake your head, returning your gaze to the laptop as you work. “That doesn't mean I should be staying up all night. Learning a skit when my brain is half-functioning wouldn't work in your favor anyway.”

Leo huffs, tossing the skimpy police uniform on the couch next to you. “Isn't that always the case?”

You don't bother looking up from your screen. “Hah. Very funny.”

“...”

A silence follows. You can feel Leo giving you the stink eye. 

“...So, that's it? You're just gonna edit for the rest of the night?” Leo asks in a sour tone.

“It won't take that long,” You insist, keeping your tone soft in contrast. It has been a while since you spent proper time together, so you don't exactly blame him for feeling put off. “If you want, you could even stay the night.”

The words come out before you have a chance to think much about them. Leo goes quiet again and it's enough to make heat rise to your face. You second guess whether or not you should have said that. Ample reason to avoid eye contact. 

You see Leo draw closer in your peripheral vision. It's only when he speaks inches from your face that he reels you in again. 

“Hey, look at me,” Leo demands softly. 

You tilt your head up to find Leo partially caging you in, his palm propped up on the arm rest next to you. The half-lidded expression he's making right now is sweet enough to make you melt. Your heart begins to hammer in your chest and you sit completely still. He smiles a little, leaning in even closer. Your eyes involuntarily flutter shut, as he eliminates the distance.

It starts out with a few short pecks, with Leo adjusting the angle experimentally. You reciprocate clumsily, in spite of the unpredictability of how he's going about it. Just when you think he's going to draw the kiss out to intensify it, Leo pulls back. Almost like he's teasing you. 

The top of the laptop begins to shut as Leo imposes more of his presence on you. You're so distracted that you're not sure if it's him doing it deliberately, or if it's just a byproduct of his weight inching at a closer proximity. One of Leo's slender hands moves to cup your face. He deepens the kiss, brushing his tongue against yours, before nipping at your upper lip. 

An excited whimper audibly climbs from your throat. You almost cease the kissing out of sheer embarrassment, and mentally prepare for Leo to break away to give you shit about it. Much to your surprise, neither of those things happen. 

In fact, you feel the weight of your laptop move from your thighs, before hearing it make contact with the coffee table in front of you.

The next thing you know, you're being pulled flat onto the couch with Leo hovering over you. His fingers brush beneath the hem of your shirt as the makeout session becomes more heated. Your hands rest on the sides of his neck while you mindlessly kiss him back. When he allows you to intermittently pause for air, the taste of mint and the scent of a new, spicy, cologne floods your senses.

Leo's skin is so soft and he always smells so good. 

Heat pools in your abdomen when the vice-captain's hips rock slightly against yours. It’s so subtle that you could chalk it up to being unintentional.

For reasons unbeknownst to you, Leo grabs one of your wrists and slowly draws it to your side while you're distracted. He shifts his position and nestles his thigh up against your crotch, and you desperately resist the urge to grind against him. Unexpectedly, the sound of clinking metal reaches your ears and you feel something cold secure around your wrist. 

You break the kiss and attempt to move your arm, only to find that its mobility is hindered. Leo snickers and draws back in time with you abruptly sitting up. 

“--Leo, what the fuck?” 

A pair of handcuffs are attached to not only your wrist, but one of the wooden legs of the couch you're on. Your gaze flicks menacingly from the new predicament to the smirking, self-assured, rat in front of you. 

“Take it off,” You demand. 

The vice-captain hums indecisively, puffing out his bottom lip. “I dunno, should I really?”

“Uh, yeah? I got shit to do, Kurosagi.”

Leo rolls his eyes. “Yeah, shit that's not me, evidently.”

Your cheeks heat up from the implication and you stall to respond. 

“You're literally always ‘busy’. Consider this a paid vacay.”

“Why say it like that? You know I am. Besides, I told you it wouldn't take long.”

Leo narrows his gaze sharply and stares at you for a moment, before huffing out a sigh. The old couch creaks as he rises to his feet. 

“Actually cap, though. How many times have you said that and flaked on me or fell asleep early as hell?”

“What? So, this is your dumb revenge based on assumptions?”

Leo shrugs and lifts his arms over his head to stretch. “Whatever floats your boat. Anyway, I gotta go take a leak.”

You watch as Leo saunters towards the door to the hallway. It's clear he really doesn't plan on letting up on this ‘prank’ so easily. 

“Hey, wait!” 

Much to your annoyance, the vice-captain resumes his journey without looking back. Right as he's stepping outside of the door frame, you hear the sound of something breaking. Riddled with confusion, your attention relocates to the source.

The chain binding you to the couch leg snapped after pulling on it, and the twin cuff is eerily nowhere to be found. 

From your wrist, the chain dangles loosely. A soft blue light begins to glow from the segments, and miraculously, it elongates and flies towards the door. Leo's already pivoting to face you, as the links from the anomalous shackles begin to wrap around one of his wrists, before melding together in the form of a cuff. The vice-captain's breath hitches when he's suddenly being yanked towards you by an invisible source.

Leo attempts to ground his heels onto the wood floors, but unfortunately the chain continues to disappear into itself as it drags him closer to you. It stops shrinking abruptly at about two feet, and Leo catches himself on the back of the couch with a palm to avoid falling on top of you. The blue light emitting from the cuffs begins to dwindle, until it disappears entirely.

…

“...”

Your lips downturn into a frown and you glare daggers at Leo. He blinks owlishly, his gaze shifting from the shackles and back to you. On the surface, it seems as though he wasn't anticipating this outcome– the cuffs binding your right wrist with his left one.

“What the hell did you just do?” You demand. 

“...In my defense, that wasn't supposed to happen.”

You raise your voice marginally in frustration. “What WAS supposed to happen?”

Leo slowly straightens his back and begins to examine the cuff around his wrist. “Uh, not this? I was just messing with you, Honor Roll.”

“Surely you know how to unlock it, then. Isn't there a key?”

The vice-captain hums, staring at the piece of metal for a moment. 

“...”

He shakes his head and grabs your hand to thoroughly examine the band encompassing it. Leo's thumb runs along the metal and he stalls to give explanation. 

“.....”

“What?” 

Leo's eyes flutter shut and he sighs in exasperation. “...You're gonna bitch at me.”

“Leo,” You start precariously.

He groans, releasing your wrist from his hold. “Look, there was a keyhole here before and now there's not. Happy?”

"..."

What's done is done, you suppose. As much as you want to scold him more, knowing Leo, it won't result in anything productive. 

“Where did you get this from?” You ask calmly.

Leo settles on the couch's arm rest, folding his arms across his chest. “Snuck into a closet by the himbo's room. He usually keeps it locked up, but he stepped away the other day when he thought I wasn't nearby.”

…It isn't like Leo to just use something he knows nothing about. He's smarter than that. 

“So, you saw it and thought it would be a brilliant idea to just attach it to me?” You ask, suspicion riddled in your tone. 

“See? You're totally nagging me right now,” Leo complains, putting on his best kicked puppy expression. “Look, I'm sooorry, okay? I thought I'd be able to pick the lock and turns out I can't. Let's just chill or something and we can call Cap in the morning.”

You squint at him, the gears slowly clicking in your head. 

“Alan is still up. Let's go now.”

Leo's lips curl downward almost imperceptibly. “Now?”

Deciding to not wait on his approval, you rise to your feet. “Yes, now. If you know nothing about what this does, that's even more reason to not leave it on if we can avoid it.”

“...”

Leo sighs, standing up after a few moments. “Yeah, fine. Whatever.”

–

“These can only be removed with the key they were paired with.” Alan sighs and lets go of your cuffed wrist after examining it for himself.

“...I take it you don't have the key?” You ask.

The captain shakes his head. “No. It was misplaced some time ago. There isn't a use for it right now, so a replacement hasn't been made.”

“A use? What was it used for before?” You press, leaning against the back of the couch in the seat next to Alan. 

“To keep captive anomalies under control. They only close around objects or living beings with anomalous energy. I've been told that they also react to changes in neurotransmitters.”

Leo plops his butt on the edge of the coffee table in front of you two. He's observing the conversation with a relatively stoic expression. 

“React how?” You ask.

“You may have noticed it already. The chain is able to change its length based on threat levels, or if the captor moves out of bounds. Sometimes, anomalies were even cuffed to a compatible post at a facility for training purposes. It helped students with some Vagastrom missions in the past, but it isn't perfect.” Alan explains.

“So?” Leo cuts in. “Just tell them to make another key.”

Alan gives Leo a hard stare for several beats. The vice-captain regards him with utter nonchalance in return, earning a disappointed head shake from his superior. 

“You knew better, Leo.”

You toss Leo a skeptical look at that. Usually, he notices you're looking at him almost immediately, so it's obvious he's deliberately avoiding your gaze right now.

The vice-captain lets out a delayed scoff. “What? Are you going to sit here and lecture me about it, or are we gonna fix it? Not like I knew you didn't have the key.”

…Yup. You clocked it, Leo totally knew what they did. 

Alan reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone. “You have no business bothering (Y/N) in the evening. Bottom line. There are no pending cases. You're lucky to not have a harassment complaint filed against you.”

Leo's eye twitches in irritation at that. Only now does he look at you, as if he's requesting back-up. 

Alan definitely wouldn't have any idea about you and Leo having something going on. Whatever that something is. The two of you hadn't even verbalized it to each other, so what are you supposed to say to that?

“Actually…On that note, I did invite him over,” You say sheepishly. “But I didn't consent to this dumb prank.”

The captain looks between the two of you for a moment in mild surprise. He chooses not to comment on Leo sticking his tongue out childishly in response. 

“...I see. In that case, I will take that back.” It's not any of Alan's business, in his mind. He moves on from the subject by handing his phone to you. “I don't have Hyde's number saved. Will you text him in my stead?”

Hyde is the self-proclaimed “World's Leading Anomalous Researcher”. Maybe he really will have a solution. 

…

As it turns out, Hyde could get a replacement within two days. It isn't the end of the world, but how are the two of you going to navigate this without being at each other's throats? 

Leo as a whole is far more palatable in doses. 

After some debating, the two of you settled on staying in Leo's dorm room for the night. It wasn't ideal for you, considering you wanted to finish your work, but you also couldn't justify walking back to the cathedral this late. 

“It really isn't all that bad,” Leo says, as he's closing the door to his room behind the two of you. “I'll even cancel my stream tonight so we can hang out. ♡”

You glance around Leo's room. It hasn't changed much since he last dragged you in here to record a Tiktok with him. You were initially surprised by how plain it is, but it's likely he just kept the default decor for the most part. Lots of brown and beige tones, a desktop set up, a beanbag, a mounted TV…

You two really will be having a sleepover after that heated makeout session earlier. 

…Bad, pervy, thoughts. 

“So, you did do this on purpose,” You accuse.

Leo turns around with a bored look on his face. “You're still on about that?”

“Well, if it is true, you must have really been desperate to get my undivided attention,” You tease.

“And? Shouldn't that be normal since we're–” Leo cuts himself off abruptly, his eyes widening almost indiscernibly. In spite of himself, pink begins to bloom visibly on his face.

You can't help the smug grin that forms on your mouth. “We're what exactly?”

He puffs out his cheeks marginally and his gaze leaves yours. Not a beat later, he's shouldering past you. The chain linking the two of you begins to extend, as Leo makes a beeline for his wardrobe and begins sifting through the drawers. 

So, it seems to be accommodating up to a certain distance.

“What are you doing?” You ask, taking a few steps closer.

“Isn't it obvious? I'm gonna take a bath.”

Your face suddenly feels warmer. You're pretty sure he can't even shut the door with this on. 

“Like… Right now?”

“Uh huh,” Leo pulls out an outfit and shuts the drawers. It looks like pajamas from this distance. “You coming?”

“I don't have a change of clothes.” 

“...”

Realizing your error, you feel the tips of your ears turn red. 

Shit. Why is that the first thing that you said?

Like clockwork, Leo turns to you with a smug grin plastered on his face. “So, you want to? I planned to give you extra clothes anyway. I'm not letting you sleep on my bed in your outside clothes.”

“N-No…!”

Leo pouts. “Why not?”

“...Your tub. It's small.”

“I can make room,” He insists.

“Are you even taking into account us cleaning off before soaking?”

“We can take turns.”

Leo really has an answer for everything, huh?

The vice-captain turns to face the wardrobe again, before digging out a shirt and a pair of sweatpants for you. He tosses them at you without warning, but you manage to catch them before they hit the floor. 

“These might not fit perfectly, but they'll work,” Leo says.

“...”

You stare at each other for several beats. Even though your thoughts occasionally wander into definitely-not-just-friends territory, the idea of doing something so intimate really did make you excited for the most part. But taking a bath together felt far more vulnerable in theory than even doing the deed. You avert your eyes to avoid his self-assured scrutiny.

“Don't you think that's kind of intense? It's not like I don't want to, it's just…”

For once in his life, much to your dismay, Leo's not trying to talk over you. Just quietly awaiting your explanation with practiced indifference. You somehow manage to finish formulating that thought, despite the accelerated pulse in your ears.

“...For tonight, I plan on taking a bath alone. I'll go in after you.”

“...”

Leo shrugs after a dramatic pause, a small smirk dancing at his lips. “Fine. Suit yourself.”

You watch as Leo turns around and disappears into the bathroom. He keeps the door ajar and you plop yourself onto the beanbag while you wait for him to do his thing. 

…

You'd be lying if the sound of him washing himself off with water didn't tempt you to peek in any way, shape, or form.

……

Leo was surprisingly considerate with how long he soaked for. Usually, his baths last forever, but this time he got out within half an hour. You swap with him the moment he leaves and intend to spend even less time there than he did. Thankfully, Leo provided you with all the toiletries you would need lined up on the counter and ready for you. Almost like he really planned for you to be here at some point. 

By the time you get out, Leo's laying on the bed, remote in hand, channel surfing the flat-screen mounted on the wall directly ahead. His gilt eyes slowly trail to you as you approach the mattress. You notice the chain automatically adapting to the distance. It is a little annoying Leo risked laying all the way on the bed knowing it could have flung him in the bathroom with you. Whatever. 

“Hey,” You say simply. 

Leo pats the spot next to him, flashing you a flirty look. You hesitate, but ultimately climb into bed next to him. 

“You still mad?” The vice-captain asks. His attention flits to the TV again while he scrolls, before settling back on you. 

“If I was mad, wouldn't we be having more problems with this artifact?”

He smiles ambiguously and stops clicking the buttons. “Maybe.”

You scoot a teensy bit closer and rest your back against the headboard of the bed. Your stomach turns from the proximity and you catch a whiff of his hair products. 

“What are we watching?” You ask. 

“Eh, I dunno. All of it looks boring.” Leo hands the remote to you. “You pick.”

You blink, accepting it. “Really? Didn't expect that from you.”

“Yeah. But lay down, the chain is tight when you're sitting up like that. It's annoying,” Leo complains.

You're pretty sure he's fibbing, because your wrist feels just fine and there's two or three feet of length at the moment. Finding no reason to argue about it, you obediently pull back the covers and lay next to him. Not a second later, Leo scoots down and wraps his arms around your waist, before resting his head on your torso. 

“...Can you even see like this?” You ask, as you begin scrolling the app.

“I'll move when you play something.”

“...”

The two of you have cuddled like this before, but you're definitely feeling more affected by him than usual. Even his warm breath just barely ghosting over your torso is enough to scramble your thoughts. Thoughtlessly, you select something random from the home page and set the remote aside on the mattress. 

Leo lifts his head as the opening credits start rolling. “...‘Mean Girls’? Seriously?”

“You told me to pick something,” You reply. Unthinkingly, you begin stroking his hair with your shackled hand, in a way that minimizes the noise of clinking metal. 

Leo hums in approval from your touch. “...Yeah, fine. Whatever.”

“Have you seen it?” You ask. 

Leo adjusts himself to where he's laying on his side so he can see the screen. He makes up for the reduced contact by holding one of your legs hostage between his. “Pretty sure everyone's seen bits and pieces of it.”

…Leo really is such a cuddle bug when he's in a good mood. 

It's so cute that you decide not to comment on the fact that he's definitely popping a boner against your leg right now. 

“So, you don't remember it?” You ask.

Leo stifles a yawn. “Not really.”

You decide to stop the conversation there and make an attempt to focus on the TV. The movie begins with the main character, Cady, starting high-school in the US after spending twelve years in Africa. She has a few social hiccups right off the bat and befriends a few school outcasts.

At some point during the exposition, you feel Leo's hand move to your upper thigh. You don't even think he's paying attention when he begins idly tracing shapes over the fabric. Your heart speeds up erratically when his fingers lazily skirt upward to the hem of your pants. Without warning, they dip just beneath the band and brush against your bare skin. Just when you're ready to abandon all intention to watch the movie and potentially fool around with Leo, he playfully pulls at the elastic, only to let it snap back into place.

Leo's rogue hand draws back, unassumingly settling on your thigh again. Like nothing happened.

“...”

Your disappointment turns into mild annoyance. What the hell is he playing at? If you asked, you're sure he'd give you some half-baked response, like he was checking if his clothes fit you well enough. 

“That alt girl seems bitter and whiney,” Leo comments, breaking you out of your thoughts for the moment. 

You hadn't exactly been paying attention closely, but it was right after said character was describing ‘The Plastics’. 

“I dunno, she could have her reasons,” You reply knowingly.

Leo's commentary continues intermittently for the duration of the movie.

…

At the lunch table scene. “Regina seems kinda based.”

…

Leo rolls his eyes when Janis is confronted about her hatred for Regina. “See? Alt girl wants revenge and is bullshitting about her intentions. Low-key fake as fuck too.”

…

The vice-captain barks out a laugh when Regina prank calls the guy that's two-timing Gretchen's mom.

…

The Halloween party scene comes up where Regina kisses Cady's crush in front of her and Cady storms out of the room over it. Leo rolls his eyes. “Who could have seen that coming?”

…

When the talent show scene comes on with ‘The Plastics' wearing the Santa Claus dresses. “Hey, those are cute. You should wear that.”

…

Then Regina's friend Gretchen tells Cady that Regina's cheating on Aaron, so she tries to expose her for it. “Man, they suck at sabotaging. Why not have someone tip him off?”

…

Leo scoffs when Cady spills Regina's secret to Aaron. “...This guy dead ass just kissed her twice and is all bent out of shape about Regina cheating?” 

…

Aaron rejects Cady when they're alone in her room and she pukes on him. “Ugh, gross.”

…

Leo laughs when Regina turns in ‘The Burn Book’ and blames the new plastics. “Pffft, actually fucking unmatched.”

…

“I changed my mind, I like the alt girl,” Leo says when Janis spills everything they did to Regina in the auditorium.

…

Leo tuts in disapproval. “She took the blame? What the fuck?”

…

As the movie is coming to its conclusion, Leo gets quieter. He settled back into you at some point, cheek nestled against your torso. The rhythmic breathing is an indicator that he's already fallen asleep. And it isn't much longer before you succumb to it too. 

……

The next day, you insist on going back to the cathedral to finish up that editing you started. Like you told Leo before, it really doesn't take you long at all. But that doesn't stop him from making petty comments about it periodically anyway. 

Currently, the two of you sit on a loveseat together, while Leo messes around on his phone. You can hear him doom scrolling Tiktok, because his volume is cranked all the way up. Eventually, he stops on one, watching it on repeat.

It isn't until the audio loops through for a fourth time that you close your laptop shut and sigh in protest. “It can't be that interesting, can it?”

Leo takes the hint and turns the volume down. But only by a few notches. After the fourth loop finishes, he pauses it and glances up, flashing you a faux innocent look.

“So, the skit?”

You quirk an eyebrow and set your laptop on the coffee table in front of you. “What, with the cop and inmate fit?”

“Duh.”

“Do you even have an idea fleshed out?”

“Eh, sort of. We could totally add in improv. Cosplay, or just dressing up gets you clicks,” Leo replies with a shrug. 

He's not wrong. But Leo wearing just an inmate guy's fit would be boring.

“Tell you what. I'll do it if I get to pick your outfit,” You suggest with a smirk. 

Surprisingly, Leo's expression remains unperturbed. “Yeah? What were you thinking?”

Your eyes unconsciously move to his legs, which are currently covered by slacks. Maybe you're a pervert for it, but you've always wanted to see them in person.

“You gotta wear a skirt too. We can both be girls.”

A mischievous smirk plays at the corners of Leo's lips. “That's it? Fine by me. We're gonna have to tweak the script, though.”

You honestly expected more protest. Especially considering he never dresses up as a girl for costumes. Sho even told you Leo would always push that on him for Halloween parties. It's funny because Leo would make a much prettier girl, in your opinion. Having soft flawless skin, long eyelashes, and being on the petite side for a guy. 

You stand up and move towards your wardrobe. “Alright, I'm gonna put something together for you.”

“Better make it cute.”

…

Ultimately, you settle on a Darkwick uniform skirt, white thigh-high stockings, and a double pigtail wig that's close to Leo's hair color. You hand them off to him and instruct him to keep on his white button-up, tie, and beige cardigan.

“I'll help you put the wig on after you put on the clothes. Then we can do make-up,” You say, as you set the cop uniform Leo brought on the couch cushion in front of you. 

Leo raises an eyebrow at the bagged wig. “Where'd you get this?”

“Brand deal. I told them to stop sending them, since I don't show my face,” You reply, moving to face the wall. “Anyway, turn around. I won't peek if you won't.”

“Sounds like a challenge,” Leo jokes.

Your stomach feels light when you hear his clothes rustling from behind you. Since he already started, you do too. 

“...Uh huh,” You mutter noncommittally.

…

The issue is, Leo looks good. A little too good. 

After helping him secure his hair in a cap and wig, you start putting on makeup for him. The pencil skirt makes it harder to sit comfortably, so you find yourself brushing your thighs with Leo's, as you apply BB cream to his face. If you could get away with it, you'd be ogling his legs a little more. Unfortunately, there's a task that takes precedence. 

“Your hands are shaking,” Leo points out, narrowing his eyes at you playfully. 

His breath smells like the minty gum he was chewing seconds ago, before you told him to spit it out in order to make the makeup application seamless. 

“And? I don't have a steady hand,” You argue.

“You sure I'm not making you nervous, Honor Roll?”

He is, actually.

You fake an exasperated sigh. “No, you're not.”

“I get it, I look hot,” Leo boasts. 

“You do.”

The vice-captain's cheeks turn slightly pink at that, and he stalls to deliver a response. You're nice enough to not tease him about it.

After you finish applying and setting the base, you sit up slightly and grab your make-up bag to look for blush. 

“...Your butt looks good in that skirt,” Leo blurts out. You almost drop your bag in response.

Now it's your turn to blush. 

“Dude,” You reply rigidly, as you pull out a light pink color. “...You can't just say that.”

Leo rolls his eyes. “Fiiine, sorry. I meant it looks flat and totally unappealing. You'd be better off wearing parachute pants.”

Your eye twitches in annoyance and you grab a fluffy brush, before pivoting towards him again. “Okay, but you can't say that either.”

Leo goes silent again, as you start applying color to his face. Your nervousness eases up a little as you continue to work, but with his intense gaze mere inches away, it's difficult to be completely chalant. You decide to add a little eyeliner, pink lip-tint, gloss, natural false lashes, and mascara to complete the look. 

After you're done, you pick up a hand mirror and hold it up to his face. “How is it?”

Leo takes it from you and holds it out an arms length away. He tilts his head intermittently, admiring your work from all angles. “Hey, I look good. Not bad for an NPC.”

It's an understatement, really. Leo looks beautiful.

“You're welcome. Now I'm gonna do mine.” 

You pick up your makeup bag and get up from your spot on the couch. Deciding to work in front of your full-length mirror, you roll your chair out from under your desk and over to the wall it hangs from.

You'll do a look that compliments Leo's. 

…

“Sooo, what now?” 

You turn around in your chair to face the vice-captain after you're done. It looks like you caught him in the middle of taking some selfies. The shutter of his phone's camera clicks. A second later, he turns to look at you and smiles.

“Hey, you don't look half bad.”

You narrow your eyes. “Gee, thanks. You said you had a script, right?”

Leo rises from his seat and makes his way over to you. The chain adjusts itself to accommodate the change in proximity.

“Mmm… Yeah, but we're gonna have to change it. Let's rehearse.”

“A cop and a university student get shackled together. Sounds like an exposition for a shitty, low-budget, porno,” You deadpan, leaning back in your seat.

Leo's grin widens at that, his expression becoming a cross between playful and sultry. “Hey, you said it, not me.”

You think you feel your heart skip a beat.

Leo covers his face with his hands and turns away from you briefly. When he flips around several beats later, his pigtails swing with him. His fingers ball into fists and he lowers them just below his chin, revealing two convincingly watery eyes. 

“O-Officer, there was a robber here! It was sooo scary!” Leo exclaims in a high-pitched, effeminate, voice. 

“Pffft…” You snort out a laugh. He really did look the part. It doesn't stop Leo from staying in character. 

“Huuuh?” Leo's lip quivers. It actually looks like he might cry for real. “Why are you laughing?! He probably took my purse.”

“What do you mean ‘probably'?” You ask, failing to adhere to the demeanor of a typical law enforcement agent. “Wouldn't you have seen it?”

“No!” Leo lowers his arms, opting to fold them over his chest self-placatingly. “The last thing I remember is him stealing those handcuffs off you and shackling us together.”

One of the key guidelines for improv is ‘Yes, and’, right…?

You smirk a little. “I must have hit my head pretty good, huh?”

Leo innocently twirls the end of a pigtail around one of his fingers. “I tried to help you, I really did! I'd be beside myself with guilt if you got injured because of me!”

“Looks like we need the key.” You take a half-assed gander at your outfit's belt loops. On your journey to making eye contact with Leo again, your gaze lingers on his thighs for longer than what would be deemed appropriate. They do look great in the stockings. “...Wow, looks like he got my key ring too. That sucks.”

Leo hums. He tilts his head and taps his chin thoughtfully. “...You know what? I think I saw it around here somewhere.”

The vice-captain flips around and lowers himself to the floor. You feel the tips of your ears turn red when Leo gets on his knees to actually look under the couch. 

Why is his ass hiked up in the air like one of those corny sex skits of a woman getting stuck in a washing machine?

It looks like he wore the skirt higher than it's intended to be, because you end up catching a glimpse of his butt cheeks.

After several long seconds pass, Leo sits on his calves. It looks like he has something in his hand, but he could very well be pretending. Hopefully not something embarrassing you left down there by mistake. 

“Looks like you dropped something,” Leo says, as he gets to his feet.

“Did I…?” You ask. And it's a real question. 

Leo looks at you over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing into slits. 

Before you can even blink, Leo's knee is wedged between your thighs and a baton is pressed against your throat. You hear the chain links clink together, shifting to an even shorter length. 

This feels familiar. 

“Um, you weren't trying to look up my skirt, were you, pervert?” Leo's voice fluctuates into its normal register. 

You stare back at his eyes. They're particularly captivating with the makeup outlining them. Unconsciously, your gaze flicks to his glossy lips, curled up in an impish little smirk. They smell like lychee, courtesy of your makeup products. 

“So, what if I was?” You retort monotonously, finding it increasingly more difficult to not focus on his thigh pressing up against your pencil skirt. 

Leo cracks a grin, wide enough that you get a glimpse of his white teeth. It makes your stomach flutter. 

“Mmm… Guess I'd have to teach you proper discipline.” The vice-captain shifts the placement of the baton. He deliberately catches the tip of the rod beneath your collar, effectively loosening the tie looped around your neck. “Your trainers must have really sucked.”

Why is this stupid roleplay making you kind of horny?

In spite of your nerves, you smirk and manage an antagonistic reply. “Put up or shut up.”

You feel your pulse thrumming against your skin erratically when Leo leans in closer, his lips brushing against your neck. Goosebumps prick your skin, as he litters a trail of kisses leading up to your jawline. 

“W-Wait… You'll mess up our makeup for the recording,” You protest half-heartedly. 

“What? You still wanna record? You're dirtier than I thought.” Leo flicks his tongue out and catches your ear lobe between his teeth to nip at it. He pulls back, fully unraveling your tie, as he meets your gaze. “I guess we could, if you want a copy, gooner.”

Your face burns at the implication. Did he really have a skit in mind in the first place? 

Before you're able to formulate a response, Leo tilts your head up and crashes his lips against yours. You taste the remnants of minty gum and that fruity gloss that will inevitably bleed past the edges of your mouths. He kisses you with an erratic rhythm that corresponds with the pent-up sexual tension that's been stewing between the both of you over the last few days. 

Even during a heated makeout session, your relationship is still what it always has been. Just in a different font. Whether it's through instigating arguments, blackmail, flirty innuendos, or kissing, Leo is perfectly capable of making your pulse race and adrenaline spike.

You diligently combat every cheeky little nip, suck, or lick from Leo with mirrored intensity. The baton slips from Leo's grip and clatters to the floor when you deliberately grind against the leg pinning you in place. When he applies more pressure to your groin, a breathy moan escapes you, only to be stifled by his mouth. 

The vice-captain breaks the kiss, regarding you with a half-lidded, almost hazy, look. If you weren't so turned on right now you might be grossed out by the trail of shared spit that joins your lips.

“Hey… Want me to fuck you?” 

The question is jarring in itself. But Leo looking like a barbie doll while he asks it is nearly enough to make your heart stop. And judging by the complete absence of jest in his tone or expression, you think he's probably serious. 

“Do you have to be so blunt?” You're impressed you don't stutter. 

“What, so you suggest I should beat around the bush and make it awkward if you're not into it?”

“Okay, good point,” You concede. 

For a moment, you stare at him. Not because you're deliberating on whether you want to or not, but because you're wondering if he already has something in mind. The two of you are so used to ribbing each other the idea of discussing sex positions seems completely foreign. 

“Sooo, no?” Leo prods. He idly brushes stray hair out of your face and pinches your cheek gently. “Don't say yes unless you want to, Honor Roll.”

“I do…!” You blurt out. You're pretty sure you could cook an egg on your face right now. “Just. This skirt is kind of hard to move in.”

Leo smirks impishly, before drawing back to stand upright. “So, take it off.”

Your stomach flips for the umpteenth time. You rise to your feet and feel for the zipper on the side. Leo pushes back the chair just enough to slip behind you, and steal your spot. A squeak of surprise leaves you when he reaches his arms around you and deftly unfastens the belt around your waist. Leo finds the zipper a second later and pulls it down, before assisting you with slipping the garment off and taking your underwear with it. 

You don't even have a chance to ask what he wants to do next, before he's pulling you onto his lap and moving the chain on your cuffs in front of the both of you. His erection presses up against your rear, with the only barrier being the fabric of his skirt. Leo spins the chair to face the hanging mirror, giving you a full view of you sitting half-naked on his thighs. 

The vice-captain musters the prettiest pout from over your shoulder, as he wraps his arms around you. “Wooow. You're such a pervy cop! And here I thought we were going to look for the bad guy.”

Heat pools in your abdomen when you feel Leo's length pulse beneath you. 

You fake an exasperated expression. “I think you might be the bad guy.”

Leo brushes his nose against your neck and hums. “Could be. Who knows?”

You watch him drag his tongue across a patch of skin before clamping down on it with his teeth. A whimper escapes you as he begins to suck at the skin. Hard enough that it will probably leave a mark. The shackles rattle noisily, as Leo begins to unbutton your blouse. His thin hand slips past the fabric and you feel him pinch at your nipple.

“Ah…!”

Leo continues to pepper your neck with slow, open-mouthed kisses, as he rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You arch your back and begin to subtly grind your butt on his cock. Leo temporarily stalls his ministrations, letting out a needy whine against your skin. The idea of you having this much of an effect on him has you aching for more. 

The vice-captain makes eye contact with you through the mirror. “Touch yourself.”

As if your body has a mind of its own, you find yourself obediently moving your hand between your thighs to pleasure yourself. Leo lifts your body slightly to peel back his skirt, and when you settle on his thighs again, you can feel his bare length touching your backside with warm precum leaking from the tip. Leo watches you through the mirror, his knuckles grazing your skin every so often, as he jerks off at a tempo that matches yours.

You can't see what he's doing, but the half-lidded, blissed out, look on his face is enough that you temporarily cease touching yourself. If Leo wants to have sex, you can't cum early anyway.

“Hey, why'd you stop?” He murmurs against your neck.

You catch your breath before answering. “...You look too good. I don't want to overstimulate myself.”

A haughty smirk plays at the corner of Leo's lips. He kisses a patch of skin close to your throat. “Aw, you can't keep up? Poor baby.”

Before you can come up with a snarky comeback, you feel his arm secure tightly around your waist. Suddenly, he's lifting you up in his lap. A soft moan escapes you when you feel his cock rub teasingly against your entrance. You look at your reflection as the tip penetrates you. Impatiently, you lower your weight onto his cock, studying the expression Leo wears when he's disappearing inside of you. 

“Fuck… You look so good like that.” Leo's voice comes out like a rasp. 

He keeps one arm wound around your waist, while the other moves beneath your blouse again to stimulate your nipples. You arch back into Leo, as he gently rocks into you without lifting much of your weight. Either to allow you to adjust to him, or it's so he doesn't cum quickly himself, if you had to guess. 

You move your hands onto Leo's thighs for leverage as you lift your weight up ever-so-slightly, only to plunge down on his cock again. Leo lets out a shattered breath, his hold on you tightening. With every thrust, the two of you gradually find a tempo. Every time you lift away from Leo, he pulls you right back down onto his lap to bury himself fully inside you all over again. 

The feeling is incredible. But the way Leo looks with his face contorted in desperate ecstasy has tension coiling in your abdomen at an expedited rate. The way his face is flushed, the pitiful moisture brimming at the edges, how he's clinging to you, and the way he's out of focus and biting at his lip. 

While you're actively riding Leo, you slip your hand between his thighs and begin to massage his balls. 

Leo curses and you feel his breath hitch against your shoulder. Right as you're sinking onto his lap again, his hips stutter, and Leo's arm tightens around you, forcing you to stop your movements. 

“Your fault…” The vice-captain chokes out. 

Ignoring the aftershocks of his orgasm, Leo lazily moves a hand to your groin to stimulate you, pushing you right over the edge with him. 

The two of you sit in place, out of breath and recovering, when a jingling notification sounds audibly. It's definitely not from your phone. Leo very slowly lifts his head from where it's buried in your shoulder. He lets out a sigh. 

“I can get up,” You offer, moving your hands to the arm rest.

“Nah, wait.”

Leo keeps his arm possessively around you before spinning the chair around and rolling it over to the coffee table. He reaches over to pick up his phone and check the notification bar, keeping it just out of view from you. 

…

“What is it?” You ask.

Leo glares at his screen. Looks like Hyde is already done with the key. Fucking hell. 

The vice-captain puts his phone back to sleep and tosses it on the couch. He'll tell you in a little bit, he decides.