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So far, it's been a pretty normal Saturday.
You woke up late this morning, but not so late that it would be concerning. A nice 11 a.m.
After you woke up, you took some time to go down to your favorite café to get breakfast. Usually you barely have time to eat breakfast on weekdays, so you made sure to take your time to enjoy some leisure.
After breakfast, you walked down the streets of New York, away from your apartment complex and towards the abandoned train station where your turtle friends live. Unsurprisingly, they were expecting you, armed with Jupiter Jim movies and a recently-released game.
You spent the day hanging out with the turtles and April, with the occasional pop-in from Casey Jr. You finished the night off with karaoke and collapsed onto the couch, exhausted but not quite ready to go to sleep. You decided to take out your sketchbook (which you thankfully brought with you) and start sketching a character whose concept you came up with the other day.
You're so concentrated on drawing that you don't notice when Leo enters the room. Your sketchbook is right in front of your eyes, blocking you from seeing him, so you only notice when you feel him sit beside you on the couch.
“Oh,” Glancing up at him, you give a little smile. “I didn't notice you.”
“You did look pretty concentrated,” He responds, smiling back. God, you’ve always loved that smile. “Can't sleep?”
“Don’t want to.”
He leans back into the couch cushions, glancing at your sketchbook. “...Can I watch you draw?”
“Yeah, ‘course.”
You train your eyes back onto your drawing, continuing to sketch, not forgetting about Leo’s watchful eyes, but being comfortable despite.
As you draw, you can feel Leo inching closer and closer to you, to the point where your heads are bumping. You don't mind, really, but you can feel your face get warm and it breaks your concentration a little.
Okay, so maybe you do mind. Just a little.
But it's not your fault that you have a crush on Leo! It's honestly his fault for being so attractive that simply being too close to him can make you flustered. You’ve tried to get over it, but it's been over a year since you met him and your feelings have only gotten stronger.
Forcing yourself to keep concentrating, you try to ignore the fact that you can hear Leo’s breath and feel the way that he just wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You’ve always liked how touchy Leo is– it means you get to be close to him without any sort of excuse or suspicion. Though it does make your blood pump a bit too hard.
Whenever he does something like this– wrapping an arm around your shoulders, or hugging you, or even brushing your hand with his– you can feel your stomach flutter.
Once, you were in the Hidden City together, and he had to lead you somewhere by placing a hand on your back. Thankfully, he didn't notice your blush, but you remember stuttering like crazy when you tried to talk to him that day.
“You okay?” Leo’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts. “You seem kinda spacey.”
He's talking to you with a gentle voice that you think is reserved only for you. Leo only talks to you that way when you're hurt, sick, or the two of you are alone, which does not happen nearly as much as you would like.
“Um, yeah.” You lay your pencil down and rub your eyes, to hopefully hide the level of just… red that your face has reached. “I’m, I’m good. Just tired.”
“Hm.” Leo thinks for a moment. “D’you just wanna watch Youtube?”
You chuckle, then nod. “Sure.”
Leo puts on a random Youtube video, keeping the volume low so as to not wake everyone else, and you watch until your eyelids get heavy. You don't realize when your head falls onto Leo’s shoulder.
~
The skylights in the room wake you up.
You aren't fully aware of where you are. You know you're at the turtle’s lair, but not exactly what room you're in, or why your pillow does not feel like a pillow.
Opening your eyes, you remember that you fell asleep with a video playing in the background, and Leo beside you, with his arm wrapped protectively around you…
Oh, that would explain it.
Your head is resting on Leo’s plastron, with one hand on the back of his head. Your fingers are entwined with the fabric of his mask, having halfway undone the knot in your sleep. Your other hand rests on his shoulder, lightly gripping the skin.
Leo’s arm is still around you, only his thumb has found its way under the collar of your shirt. His other hand is interwoven into your hair; it seems like he fell asleep playing with your hair.
His legs are wrapped around yours, and his head is resting on the armrest. Leo’s face looks so peaceful as he’s sleeping.
You let out a sigh and lift your hand off his shoulder to cup his cheek. When you move, Leo unconsciously tightens his hold on you, and you smile fondly as you make yourself comfortable.
In the back of your mind, you think that you should be embarrassed, or something, but it's too early to feel anything but content.
~
You don't manage to fall back asleep, but you spend a blissful half an hour just laying there with Leo, listening to his breathing and resisting the urge to kiss his perfect, peaceful face.
Eventually, though, he wakes up.
Leo lifts his head and looks at you for a moment, blinking sleep from his eyes. When his head moves, you remove your hand from his cheek and put it back on his arm, running your thumb over his skin.
You look up at him, meeting his gaze, and give a shy, sleepy smile. He smiles back, which is a good sign. At least he doesn't hate you for falling asleep on him. (Though you know that he probably could never hate you)
“Morning, Leon.” You say, barely over a whisper.
“Morning.” Leo, whose hand is still on the back of your head, begins to comb through your hair, which feels much better than it probably should. You feel your stomach twist and close your eyes, leaning into the touch.
Just before you're about to fall asleep, Leo takes his hand off your head and picks up the hand you placed on his arm. He brings it up to his face and hesitates for a moment before kissing the back of it.
You open your eyes to see him looking at you with complete adoration. It isn't a look you haven't seen before; you just never recognized it for what it is. You never realized that he feels the same way about you as you feel about him.
Inhaling, you don't even realize what you're about to say until you say it.
“I love you.”
Leo’s eyes widen a bit, before softenting. He squeezes your hand and leans forward, lips meeting yours. The kiss is brief, and leaves you wanting more, but it’s more than you ever imagined might actually happen.
Leo reaches up to cup your face, the cold skin of his hand meeting your flushed face.
“I love you too.”