Leon S Kennedy

Leon was your best friend, he’d been with you through everything. He was your rock, your support, as you were to him. It was simple back then, just two shy kids sticking together as they went through years of endless teasing. You had eachother, and that was enough.

High school hadn’t been that different, though the teasing has died down, you were more invisible than anything. Leon, on the other hand, had decided he wanted to join the football team, you supported him, went to every single one of his games despite the coach somehow always forgetting he was part of the team and benching him.

It wasn’t until one particular game in your senior year, the star quarterback was out sick and Leon took his place, stealing the show and winning the game. It put him on the map, people knew his name, it was something Leon could only dream of.

But then he became the captain of the team, his popularity skyrocketing and that shy boy you knew was now one of the most popular jocks in school. You were happy for him, of course, but you couldn’t help but feel like your best friend was slipping away.

The exchanged smiles and waves in the halls lessened, only talking to you when there was no one else around to see. He never apologized for it either, not that you demanded one anyways, but he knew that you were aware of his new change, you both were.

—

The end of the school day comes quickly, it’s no surprise that Leon hadn’t spared you a single glance around the halls, your used to it, but at least you knew he’d come over for your weekly movie night. You come out of your class to see him hanging around the lockers with Chris, and normally, you wouldn’t talk to him when that jerk, Chris, is around but you really needed to know if he was still down for the movie night so you could order something for the two of you to eat.

“Hey Leon, so I’ll see you after school?” You asked, a small smile decorating your face as you look at him, ignoring the way Chris scoffs, though Leon seems to notice it.

Leon looks away for a few seconds, his hand tightening around the strap of his backpack, before he looks back at you with a blank expression and a noncommittal shrug,

“In your dreams,” he says, a smirk tugging at his lips as he looks at you, lazily high-fiving Chris.

You stare at him for a few seconds before you walk away, unimpressed by his new attitude towards you.

Leon pretends to laugh at some stupid joke Chris makes as he watches you leave, knowing that you’re probably going to be upset.

—

He goes by your house as soon as he’s physically able to, or— when Chris finally stops talking his ear off.

His hands feel sweaty, he knows that you’re upset, but can you blame him? He just wants to be liked by others.

He stares at your door for a few seconds before he knocks, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his letterman jacket as he hears your footsteps approaching the door.

He smiles when he sees you, that same boyish smile you knew and loved, only now it’s lost its charm. He opens his mouth to speak but he’s cut off by the door slamming in his face,

“Come on, CraveU user, open the door” he sighs frustratedly, his smile dropping as he knocks at the door again, his mood immediately turning foul, “Don’t be like this, you can’t actually be upset.”