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Leon was sat on the bed as you mixed the mixture with the brush. Two little hello kitty hairclips Sherry lended you were on his hair, pushing his bangs aside from his face. Leon's roots had grown to a very obvious point, and while he would bleach them by himself normally, this time he had convinced (well, forced) you to join him in his self-care day. It was one night he would take to take care of himself thoroughly and he thought you needed one as well. You weren't sure whether you should be offended to that or not, to be honest.
It was honestly pretty nice to have a sense of normalcy for once. Rather than life-risking missions they always put themselves in, right now it was more like the two were teenagers having a sleepover. Just gossiping as they worked on self-care. Meanwhile Leon would show you things he did and what he thought you should as well. You weren't big on the whole spa thing but it seems he wasn't letting go.
You mixed up the activator and the colour inside the bowl with the brush, just chatting as he checked for proper consistency. Leon was kind of forcing him into this self-care thing, usually all he did splash his face with some water. But Leon was a man who wanted to keep his pretty boy face. "This thing feels weird though. I don't mind my eyebags existing, my eyeliner covers enough." You complained about the strips under your eyes. It was pretty obvious you had never done this.
Leon though had an amused look in his eyes, watching him mix the bleach solution with the brush, the clinking echoing in the room. He's only ever had a self-care-buddy before with Claire, but ever since she moved out of town it was now him by himself again. So you were very pleasant company. "Hey, now, just gotta let it sit for twenty minutes. Nothing more. Works lile magic." He pauses to study the pretty boy's face, scrutinizing the dark circles. "Though, I gotta say, you're right, those bags are kinda hot on you. Adds to the brooding vibe."
Not funny. "I just don't get proper sleep." You responded with a deadpanned expression.
"Well you should." Leon winked, "Proper sleep is very important for your health. Helps you feel more energised and-"
"I know, I knoww... I'm not a kid." You whined back. It was tiring to hear the same thing every day from everyone. He knew what sleep was god damn it.
Leon was leaned on his hand, watching the other. It was a domestic scene, surprisingly. Just sitting down and taking care of each other. A certain one of them didn't want to, maybe, but it was still fun. "I know you know. But you still don't do it. You'd look way cuter if you took care of yourself a little more."
You sighed. "Like what? What the hell do you think I should do?"
Leon hummed, "Hmm, dunno... I think you could style your hair a little more. I can help with that."
"I was joking. I'm not listening to any advice on my appereance from the guy who's wearing a Limp Bizkit shirt."
"...Fair enough."
"Alright, it's ready. C'mere." You said as you checked again for consistency, now properly activated.
Leon winked, patting his lap to beckon you. Which immediately made your eyes narrow down, glaring at him. "I am not sitting on your lap to do this."
"But you're shorter than me." He responded back proudly.
A sigh left your lips. Great. This guy, I swear... "I hate you sometimes." You complained as you placed yourself on his lap, making yourself comfortable.
Leon proudly placed his hands around your waist. "Good boy."
"I'll carve your eyes out if you say that again."
"Okay, okay, message taken!"
Despite his response, he still had that stupid grin on his face. "You have to admit, I look a little cute with these things on. It fits me."
"Pft... you're a Hello Kitty kinda guy, huh?" You let out an amused snort as the brush started covering Leon's roots.
Leon laughs, his blue eyes sparkling with playfullness. "Hey, don't knock it 'til you try it. Hello Kitty's pretty tough, ya know? Besides, it's just temporary. I can take it back to rugged, macho Leon any time I want."
"Macho? You?" You raised a brow, an amused smile present on your face. "You. Macho."
"I'll have you know I've taken down more than my fair share of zombies, monsters, and Umbrella assholes. That's pretty damn macho, if you ask me." He jokes but there's a hint of genuine pride in his voice. When is there not, to be honest. "Besides, when you've got the skills, looks, and brains to back it up, you've earned the right to call yourself macho."
"Please. That just makes you an agent. I saw your rookie cop photos from 1998. You were a real twink." You note. His old picture was something you didn't forget. A very soft face and such a naive look in his eyes. It was a little cute actually.
Leon's face scrunches up in mock offense. "Twink?! I'll have you know I was a dashing young man back in '98, thank you very much!.. Just a little soft around the edges, that's all." He defended his 21 year old self. "Buuutt, being called a 'twink' isn't so bad when it's coming from you. I think it's sweet, actually." He teases, batting his eyelashes playfully.
"Oh shut up. It's not a compliment." Despite your words, the fond smile was impossible to not see.
"Although, if you're going to call me twink, I do expect some benefits from it. We're still in our makeover sesh." He winks playfully, a teasing glint in his eye. "After all someone as stylish and refined as you must know a thing or two about making a guy look his best, right?" Leon says, trying to charm his way into getting the attention he's not-so-very-subtly fishing for.
You thought as you continued dyeing the roots. "Hmm... well I can do your eyeliner for you."
"That's a start! I knew you had a soft spot for me deep down." Leon gave Blake a gentle, sincere smile, "Admit it. You love me."
"Unfortunately, your idiocy and weirdly friendly personality is endearing in the most negative way possible, you golden retriever."
"That sounds more like a compliment?"
"Shut up already." You set down the bowl along with the brush inside of it. "Alright. Dyeing is done. All you gotta do is wait now." His hands picked up the eyeliner, taking the cap off and leaning forward close.
Leon did enjoy the proximity. "Y'know, it's taking every ounce of my willpower not to reach up and kiss you right now. You look so... beautiful." Leon's words are spoken softly, his intentions were flirty, wanting to make the most of this moment.
"That would make my work messy. Wait for half a minute you impatient freak." You jabbed back with a smile. It was impossible to not be fond of this man.
Leon lets out an exaggerated sigh, playfully pouting as he's forced to wait a moment longer for his potential reward. Grown ass man by the way. His hands flex on your hips, fingers digging in just enough to convey his playful frustration. "Fine, fine. I'll be a good boy. But only because you look really pretty like that on the outside..."
One of his hands travelled up to the side of your waist, carefully and slowly treading higher. "...and maybe inside..." His thumb rubbed the tank top on you, curious, but careful.
"Try as hard as you want. You're not getting to see my tits."
"Aww." This time the pout was geniune. "Whyy? I saw everywhere of you at this point. Minus between your legs... but I will soon."
You sighed. This was one of the things you were extremely strict on. It was your red line, really. "You could be balls deep inside of me and you still wouldn't see them. End of the sentence."
"Wow. Brutal." Leon commented. That was one comparison for sure.
You cut off before he could even open his mouth to voice his thoughts, "And no, that doesn't mean you're getting to be inside of me."
"Now you're just rude."
"Fuck off."
As you switched to his other eye, his hands slightly went a little more up, once again teasing the clothing. However this time his left thumb was drawing circles on the bandages instead of the tank top. "...not to be a little nosy, but... why?"
"Huh? What do you mean?" You zoned back in, having focused too much on the eyeliner work.
"I mean why you're so strict about this." Leon's voice was actually serious this time. This wasn't the usual cocky, humorous Leon right now. "It's just a body. Everyone has one. Almost half the world develops breasts you know."
His calmness regarding the topic did take you by surprise. The hand holding the eyeliner stilled for a moment, until he started to move it again. "It just... feels feminine." He managed to say. "No matter how I look at things in the world, from my perspective or the others, it's as if... everyone can do or have this specific thing because social norms don't exist. But if it's me.. it's like they're hard rules I have to obey or else I'm 'wrong'."
Leon took a moment to process and try to understand what that meant. Then he nodded quietly. His right hand went back down to your waist as his left one continued drawing circles on the bandages. "I get it... I think. Probably not the same way you do of course, but... I can at least understand."
"I guess it is a universal experience. Just....not always regarding this specifically."
"...I mean it when I say this, not because I really want to see them, but... how are you going to get rid of that feeling if you don't try to be comfortable with it in the first place?" Leon asked a really good question. "When I first started the whole... agent thing, I was really fucking terrified of making mistakes. I encouraged everyone to do their best. That mistakes were a way to learn. But when I made any, I would want to crawl up in a corner and cry myself to sleep cause I felt like a loser."
"...that's a terrible analogy, Leon."
"Shut up." Leon responded with a little chuckle as your handwork was done. His hands placed themselves on your back, pulling you closer to him slightly. "I got rid of it over time by letting myself make mistakes. So what I mean is... just let yourself warm up to it."
Your mind wanders off for a moment. He did have a point. That was how you got yourself used to masculine pronouns as well. Warming up. Slowly. Asking for help. "You should never be a motivational speaker." Though you still couldn't help but jab at him.
"I know, I know! From there it looks like I'm just trying too hard to see those. But I swear that's not my problem here." His blue eyes lock onto yours, the sincerity in them visible. "I just... want you to be more confident in your own skin. Because I think you're absolutely gorgeous and it makes me sad to think you believe it's hideous because you feel wrong. It's really not about showing anything to me, just... want to help you feel better about yourself."
A bit of silence takes over the room as your eyes keep on darting between the surroundings and his eyes. You take a deep breath. "...no. I want to do it."
"What?" His own eyes widen. "Wait, like, right now? No warming up?"
"Nope. I will." Your hands went to the tank top's bottom.
Leon's hands raise up from your body in a slow down gesture. "Are-- are you sure?? I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
"Do you want me to back down?" Your voice was a little sharp.
"...Abso-fucking-lutely not."
Your grip on the tank top rim tightened, taking a breath for a moment to calm down. It was almost impossible to ignore the racing heart in your chest. But the look in his eyes was calming you down, gentleness and precaution but also a hint of excitement. Which was a little cute, you couldn't lie.
Slowly, you folded the rim around your knuckles and pushed it up, sliding the top off of your chest and shoulders and throwing it aside on wherever. This was a sight he had seen before, just you and your bandaged chest, nothing else covering your torso. But he never got to see more.
"...but... first." You spoke up with a shaky tone. "Promise me, no matter what tonight, that I will always be a guy to you. No matter what."
A soft smile took on his expression. "Of course. I promise you, that you will always be a man to me. My beautiful, handsome man."
That was reassuring, to a degree at least. Your hand found and took the tip of the bandages, pulling back, peeling it off of your body. Slowly. Not sure if the pace was because of your own nervousness or as to tease him a little. You still held it tight as you undid to not really unbind completely yet.
And at last, the bandages came off completely. Wrapped around your hand now, without the pressure of the gauze, the chest you were hiding dropped down to it's natural shape, making you wince a little at the chill air in the room. Pretty sure this looked weird. A man with breasts. Body horror, is it not? The reaction of course would not be--
"Holy shit, those are fucking huge!" Leon exclaimed in surprise suddenly with no filter, a slight bit of red dusting his cheeks and ear.
"LEON!"
"Sorry! But can you blame me?" He chuckled a little awkwardly. "I- I don't even know how those fit under that! I don't think that's possible!"
His absolutely stupid reaction was making your flush a lot worse. "That's... enough..."
"Sorry, sorry." He laughed. "So... am I allowed to just stare or..."
A long sigh left your lungs. You knew what he was asking for. "Yes, dumbass, you can bury in I guess."
The response was met with enthusiasm, his arms embracing your waist tightly and snuggling his head into your chest. Your hand went to the back of his head, running fingers through the bleached strands.
"You should wash off the excess soon, you dumbass. Get your ass in the shower."
He perked up just enough to look into yours as he used his puppy dog eyes card. "Will you join me??"
"Don't force your chances." But you were unimpressed. "You saw more than enough today and are not getting any more."
His puppy dog eyes vanished as he laughed in understanding. "That's fair. But I will have you in that tub with me one day."