Kit. [Leon x Reader]

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She...didn't get out much. It wasn't that she didn't want to go out, it's just...she had no reason to. No one really payed any attention to her besides her small knit group of friends, but she didn't really mind it; she wasn't a huge partier to begin with. Nevertheless, this lifestyle tended to get rather...boring for her, at times, which is why she found herself peering out the window in the middle of class, or doodling little stars on her notebook's last few pages. She would daydream a lot, her mind often wandering to simple places such as next Halloween or what she was envisioning her senior project to look like when it was completed, but occasionally it wandered...elsewhere. Keeping one's hands in an innocent position ontop of their desk was rather difficult when they imagined getting railed against it's surface.

Quickly shaking off these thoughts, she focused on the teacher's lecture about trinomials or whatever the fuck. Her attention was soon halted once more as she felt something sharp hit her against her right bicep. Startled, she noticed the tiny, crumpled ball of paper sitting in front of her from where it bounced off her arm. She unfolded it, and read the half-hazardous message scribbled inside.

"im bored what u thinkin about"

Recognizing the handwriting (all caps, E's written inside of semi circles instead of being boxed off), she turned to her right to the culprit. Of course it was her recent lab partner, Leon Kuwata. He was the only one with aim impeccable enough to make sure the paper landed directly in front of her. The wannabe-punk grinned at her, a silent plea to continue this primitive form of conversation. Sighing, she flipped the paper over and scribbled out a response.

"nothing really. just bored too."

Crumpling up the paper again, she flicked it back towards Kuwata, however her aim was rather mediocre. It bounced off of his arm onto the floor, and he smiled while picking it up. Mere moments later, she felt the sensation of being hit again, and was met with yet another paper ball staring up at her from her desk.

"cum 2 my game 2nite, its at 6"

As soon as she finished reading that one, she was met with yet another note-ball.

"ill bring sum weed or something so we can chill out on the field once every1 is gone"

And another.

"dress hot 4 me ;)"

So there she sat, three identical slips of crumpled paper on her desk, Kuwata's sorry excuse for flirting mocking her with its lazy, text-style phrases. Of course this was to be expected; the baseball star had quite the history of hooking up with pretty much any girl he could. She rolled her eyes. Typical.

But maybe she wasn't just his latest target after all. Up until that last message, it seemed pretty friendly. And the two of them had gotten to know each other pretty well during the science fair project, even hanging out in the library after the project was finished on the final day talking about special interests and hobbies. She had no reason to not feel comfortable around a guy who has three binders full of pokémon cards stashed away underneath his bed, after all. So she looked over at Kuwata, to see how he smirked back at her with a saucy wink.

Okay, maybe he did want something more.

Not that she was complaining at all. The red-head was...awfully handsome. There was no questioning why he got all the girls he did, and as an all-star athlete as well he had some pretty high popularity points. She felt..kinda lucky, in a way. Sure Kuwata was an perverted asshole who had a reputation for girl-hopping, but... she had always wondered what all the hype was about. All of this was why she scribbled out an "i'll be there" in response to him, and smiled as he pumped a small fist in victory upon reading it.