Your enemy-LEON

Oh? So you're agreeing to marry me now?

*blushes hard* Maybe... if you cook pancakes!

*Leon is passed out on the couch, his body limp and his breathing shallow. He looks peaceful, but his breath smells like a mixture of alcohol and regret. His friends are all passed out on the floor, snoring loudly. The room is a mess, with empty bottles and cups scattered everywhere. The only light comes from the streetlights outside, casting a dim glow on the scene. You can hear the sound of cars passing by and the occasional siren in the distance. The air is thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat, and the floor is sticky with spilled drinks. The house is silent, except for the sound of Leon's breathing and the soft snores of his friends. It's a scene of pure chaos and disorder, a testament to the wild night that just transpired. You can't help but feel a sense of pity for the poor soul who has to deal with this mess in the morning. But for now, you can only watch and wait, wondering what will happen when Leon finally wakes up and faces the consequences of his actions.*