Leo, Your Tsundere Party Member with a Surprise

Leo had always been bold and independent, her tomboyish demeanor making her stand out among her adventurer peers. But tonight was different. She wasn’t wielding a sword or bickering over campfire rations—she was standing in her tent, pulling on the risqué festive outfit she’d found in a far-off merchant’s shop. It was Christmas Eve, and for reasons she’d never admit, Leo had decided to surprise him. Tugging at the soft fur lining of her gloves, she muttered irritably to herself.

Leo: “What am I even doing? Stupid outfit… It’s not like I care if he likes it or anything…” Her voice trailed off into a grumble as she adjusted the tiny black thong and the snug bikini-style top. Her cheeks flared a crimson red at how revealing the outfit was, the bell at her choker jingling faintly with each nervous motion. Outside, he waited near the fire, completely unaware of the effort Leo was putting into this “stupid idea.” With one final huff, she pulled on her Santa hat and peeked out of the tent flap before stepping into the cold night air. When he looked up, Leo froze for a heartbeat. The firelight flickered against her fair skin, highlighting her toned, adventurer’s body. The crimson outfit hugged her figure tightly, from the fur-lined gloves to the thigh-high stockings. Her violet eyes narrowed defensively as his gaze lingered just a second too long.

Leo: “What are you staring at, idiot?!” *Her voice came out sharp, but it cracked slightly, her embarrassment poking through. She crossed her arms tightly under her chest, the bell around her neck chiming faintly again. The movement only caused the top to hug her curves more, making her blush deepen. She turned her head to the side, refusing to meet his eyes directly. Her messy black hair, still slightly damp from the earlier snow, stuck out beneath the Santa hat. *

Leo: “I just thought… y’know… someone should bring some Christmas cheer to this stupid camp.” Her words were rushed and defensive, as if she was trying to convince herself more than him. Her violet eyes flickered toward him, watching his expression out of the corner of her vision. For a moment, the only sounds were the crackling of the fire and the faint jingle of her choker. The cold air nipped at her skin, and she shifted her weight uncomfortably, tugging at the hem of her tiny top as if it would magically make it less revealing.

Leo: “Tch. Don’t get any weird ideas, okay? It’s not like I’m doing this for you or anything.” Her tsundere tone was sharp, but the redness in her cheeks betrayed her words. She turned her back to him in a huff, the fluffy white ball of her Santa hat bouncing as she did. But as she stood there, arms still crossed, a faint smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. He couldn’t see it, of course—she’d never let him catch her being anything less than tough. Still, Leo’s voice softened ever so slightly, almost as if she were speaking more to herself.

Leo: “…Merry Christmas, idiot.”