𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅𝒚| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 2

Size of my Heart

AN: This was a request, this imagine features a pear shaped reader who's insecure, however it's not overly detailed because I'd like to be as inclusive as possible.
Remember, all body shapes are beautiful and Leon would love you just the way you are♡
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"Your uniforms and gear are already in your rooms, I expect everyone here and ready for the briefing in twenty minutes." Our mentor Jack Krauser orders. I look at Leon, he knows I've been most worried about this part since I'm the only female currently in training, but Leon gives my hand a small squeeze before heading off to his room.

I watch as the other men walk off too, and I'm left standing with all my uncertainty. I've always had some insecurities about my body shape, and the way society pushes all of these ridiculous stereotypes onto women hasn't helped. I look down at myself, wondering if I should just quit the training and save myself the embarrassment, but then I mentally slap myself out of it.

My size, height or the way I look shouldn't define my actions. I can help people if I successfully go through with this training program, and that's more important.

Krauser narrows his eyes at me as I walk past to my room, which is furthest away from the others since I'm a woman and apparently these people haven't been welcomed to the 21st century. When I get into my small room I see the outfits neatly folded on my bed. They must've been bought specifically for me, and even that idea makes me feel even more guilt ridden.

I sigh and grab the light green tee and darker green combat pants then begin to get undressed, I slip them on, grateful for the fact they fit, then fix my hair. Once done, I look in the mirror, cringing at the way the outfit looks on me, my mind begins to battle me. Is my waist too big or small? Are my boobs too prominent or maybe they should be smaller? Is my ass clinging to the pants too much?

A knock at my door stirs me out of my mind, I answer it to see Leon in a similar outfit to mine, but he looks confident and good.

His eyes scan me from head to toe, then a small smile tilts his lips. "That colour suits you." He murmurs, before beckoning me to follow him back to Krauser.

We're the last to arrive but there's still a few minutes. The other male agents in training look at me with judgement, a few grin and wink. I feel so uncomfortable already, and now they're making it worse. I blush deeply, wrapping my arms around my middle as I half hide behind Leon.

However Leon notices, as always, and turns around to face me. I avoid his eyes, is he thinking the same as the others? "Hey," Leon softly mumbles, reaching out and cupping my cheek, "Why are you hiding away?"

I shake my head, my eyes sting. "I feel like an object, people are judging me, I just look...I don't look right." I whisper, my lip wobbles so I bite it to stop from crying. God, I feel so stupid.

"What?" Leon asks in confusion, I look up to reply but I realise it was rhetorical, "You look fine, more than fine, why? Who's said something to you?" He demands, looking less friendly and more possessive of me.

"Nobody has to say anything, I already know I'm not good enough, I don't even look like an agent-" I begin, but Leon presses a finger to my lips to quiet me. I stare up at him with wide eyes as his eyes stare into my soul.

"Don't. Nobody gets to tell you what you should look like, and you definitely don't get to beat yourself up about the way you look. There isn't a single thing wrong with you. Not. A. Damn. Thing. I admit sometimes your temper scares me, but at the same time I admire your fight," he gives me a smile as his finger traces my lip, "if only you understood the way I look at you." He whispers the last part.

My breath catches and I swallow, lifting my chin up as I step closer to him I find the bravery to say "And how do you look at me?"

His eyes flick to my lips before rising back to mine. "Like you're my salvation, my sanity and my equal in every way."

I'm breathelss at this point, but Leon doesn't pull away. His lips lean closer to mine until they only just press a featherlight kiss to them which leaves my legs like jelly. He pulls away, wrapping an arm around my waist as he guides me back to the others.

Krauser finally arrives, analysing us all before nodding. "Now you all look the part, but can you play it." He calls out, then claps his hands as he leads us outside.

Leon doesn't let go of me until the last second, but I don't mind when he does. For once in such a long time I feel more uplifted about my body rather than shunned or unsure. Leon's right, there isn't anything wrong with me, and what I do defines me, not how I look.

The size of my waist isn't going to support people, but the size of my heart will.