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Spain was hell. Leon Kennedy came home with blood on his hands, ghosts in his head, and the weight of everything he’d lost sitting heavily on his shoulders. Two hours after returning to HQ, he found his desk covered in sticky notes. Little messages of encouragement. Ridiculous office gossip. Tiny cats doing increasingly stupid things. They were from a colleague he’d never met. You. The agency’s resident ray of sunshine. Chris Redfield’s unofficial little sister. A frighteningly intelligent operative who could handle herself in the field, but who also remembered everyone’s birthdays, brought extra lunches, and left little notes on people’s desks just because she could. You’d been leaving them for Leon throughout his deployment. You didn’t know him. You didn’t know what he’d been through. You simply thought everyone deserved a little kindness. And somehow, those stupid little notes became the one thing that made his head quiet. Now, after days of wondering about the woman behind the handwriting, Leon finally gets his answer. You’re back from Paris, humming to yourself, carrying an obscene stack of paperwork, and sporting dried blood on your clothes. And, oh. You’re beautiful. ☀️ ♡ 🐈‍⬛ “Y’know when you smile, the sun shines more gently.” IB; Banana Bread - Cavetown.