FISH SHOP [m!yanderes x f!reader]

life lessons with leo

You had just gotten off your computer with your virtual therapist. And you had to say, though you never liked to admit it, Dr. Kwon was right. You did need therapy.

You stopped going at a certain age in your adolescence, and you'd considered yourself fully healed. Nothing you needed to divulge into. No old bones you needed to dig up. Yeah, wrong.

There was apparently a lot to talk about. Not just about the trauma left from the kidnappings, but also about the walls you constructed to guard yourself from any possible pain. Turns out "ignorance is bliss" was not a great motto. You'd have to do some self-reflecting.

Since you were house-bound, you couldn't go out and find a therapist. Your parents were too overprotective to let a stranger into the house, even if they were the best therapist in the world. But, virtual therapy wasn't as bad as you thought it'd be. Any help was help, you supposed.

You'd be having more sessions in the future. You texted Dr. Kwon that your session went swimmingly and that you were hooked. He replied at light-speed, bragging that he was right. Alright, time to put your phone down.

Well, that's what you wanted to do, but then your phone started buzzing. Ah, your alarm to go to Leo's office.

Leo had spent the past 2 days rearranging his office space to be comfortable for you. It didn't exactly resemble a classroom, but you were his only student. And if he had to teach any more students, you'd honestly be the only one he admitted into his class.

At the right-hand side wall, there was a large rolling whiteboard-slash-blackboard. And in front of it was a single-person glass-top desk. It would be convenient for you to write on with dry erase markers.

And it allowed for Leo to see all of you. If he was going to be spending a mere 30 minutes with you, he would be getting the full package. No wooden-top desk to hide behind.

Leo sighed as he reviewed his notes. Only 30 minutes with you. It wasn't enough. No amount of time would be enough.

Nonetheless, it'd have to make do, considering his own schedule. Additionally, his bosses didn't want to overwhelm their daughter. Leo would have found it insulting to your intelligence, since he knew that you couldn't get that overwhelmed from a little history lesson, but he agreed with them in the end. Better to be safe than sorry.

He moved a soft, leather chair behind the desk you'd be using. It didn't match at all, however, he preferred you to be comfortable. And those wooden school chairs were their own form of torture.

He could have mistaken the knock on the door for his own heart, with how loud it was beating in anticipation for you.

"Leo?" You called from the other side. The man fixed his tie up and smoothed out his clothes before answering you.

When you entered, you saw your parents' assistant leaning against his desk. You took in the mock classroom set-up he'd prepared for you. Neat.

"So, am I gonna be sitting over there?" You nodded to the unusual desk. You'd never seen one like that. Where'd he get it?

"Yep. Go ahead and take a seat. All this stuff's new and imported from Belgium." He pushed off the desk and walked over to the whiteboard, a piece of paper in hand. Homework on the first day?

"Really?" You asked, skeptical but interested.

"No." He chuckled. Darn, he got you.

"What's my first lesson, Leo?" You sat down in the soft, leather chair.

"Ah, ah. In here, during class time, I'm Mr. Leo." He smirked, and you couldn't quite tell if he was being serious or not.

"Yes, sir." You held back the urge to eyeroll.

Leo felt a rock form in his throat at your response. He... liked that a lot more than he should have. Shit, did you say it like that on purpose? Or was he mistaking your obedience for a flirtatious tone?

No. How could you know what would get him excited before he did?

You both were teaching one another, huh?

"Alright. First lesson. Your family history, and mine." Leo tried his best to move on.

"Yours?" You arched an eyebrow.

"As you know, our family currently works for yours. But we've worked for yours for generations." Leo started to draw a timeline on the whiteboard.

"This is when it started. The [L/N]s were a small, poor family living off the farmland. There was nothing remarkable about them. Except for their charisma. That is the one thing that has been carried down no matter what." Leo gave you a meaningful glance.

"Now, the [L/N]s, after generations of poverty, were sick and tired of living that way. After they'd played with the neighborhood children, they returned to their shoddy lives. But, a-ha, that's when they realized that they got along with most people they met. They were never without the people's favor. So why not make a career off it? Scamming. They started scamming. They did their clothes up the nicest they could, maybe stole some fabrics to create something appealing. And then they pretended to be the rich folk that hung around gambling houses. And they were good at it. So good that they managed to get into the inner circles of these crowds, and learn about all types of business tricks while pretending to know the game." Leo let you take in all the information.

Your family's foundation was based on scam artists. Y'know, it could have been worse.

Leo started to go into all the details of each generation. From poor scammers, to marrying into the rich, to forming their own secret society, to creating a network of checks and balances to keep K City in the palm of their hands. And those were just the bigger ideas. The finer details were even more astounding.

"So, what about your family?" You asked after comprehending everything he told you about your own.

"Ah, well, my family immigrated over here from Scotland. They didn't have anything at the time, other than their strong minds and quick thinking. I think our ancestors met at a pub, became friends or something, then your family hired mine to work for them. The details get muddy, but all that matters is that our family has stayed loyal to yours for generations. That's more than most people can say."

"Why? Are you under, like, an oath? Or are you in debt or something?" You knew it sounded bad, but you couldn't understand how one family could work for another for years. What if they wanted to do something else? Could they? Were they allowed or would it bring dishonor?

"[Y/N], I'm not sure about my ancestors, but I know for certain that my father, grandfather, and especially me enjoy working for your family. I enjoy working for you. It is the most satisfying, fulfilling, joy-inducing aspect of my life." He said with no hint of humor. He was serious about every word he said.

Leo needed you to know that he decided to work for your family out of his own free will. He was a man with darker desires, violent and loosely tethered, and his job gave him exactly what he craved. And it may also have been because he fell in love with you, and wanted to stay as close as possible.

When you nodded in acceptance, Leo smiled, glad that you acknowledged even 1% of his feelings for you. He couldn't wait for future lessons.

He had endless things to teach you.