Leon was, as was usual for most asocial, nerdy teenagers during the summer, lazing about in his room. Despite it only being a few weeks into vacation, the blond boy had finished the entirety of his schoolwork that had been assigned from his various teachers. Clad in nothing but shorts and a large shirt that likely belonged to his older brother at some point, he felt quite comfortable. It was the realization that he hadn't eaten since he woke up that spurred him into getting out of bed. A sudden craving for tomato soup struck him, and he picked up his phone, which he had been using only moments ago to, erm… totally not read fanfiction. The name of a nearby restaurant popped into his head, and after a quick google search, he found the number.

"This is SouperSoups, how can I help you?" Leon thought he kind of remembered that voice. She had bright pink hair, if he remembered correctly.

"Hello, I'd like to order a large tomato soup." He paused. "For pickup." He would have asked them to deliver it, but he really needed to use his muscles before they atrophied. Not that that would happen. It would take much longer than twelve hours for his muscles to wither away so much to be considered atrophied.

"Will that be all?" He made a sound of confirmation. "That's going to be 9.58. It should be ready in ten to fifteen minutes."

"Thank you." He hung up.

After a small bit of stretching, he got out of bed, putting his shoes on. He didn't bother fixing his hair, leaving it free of his usual black headband. An extreme lack of caring for his physical appearance took over, and he decided not to change, not even bringing forth the effort to put his binder on. It wasn't as if he were going to some busy location that would be full of people he knew, so it didn't really matter what he looked like. He was in the mood to breathe normally, without the constriction of his binder, especially considering how hot it would be outside. Folding a ten dollar bill and putting it in his phone case, he headed downstairs, only pausing momentarily to call out to whoever was home that he was getting food. The cheerful voice of Elise answered with a simple 'Okay!' and Leon entered the outside world.

It was kind of disgustingly hot and humid. He hated it. Groaning slightly, he started on his way, glad that he hadn't worn his binder. It was already hard enough to breathe with how humid it was, so he could only imagine how bad it would be with such a force limiting his air supply. Luckily for him, SouperSoups wasn't a far walk from home. The name brought that sort of smile to his lips that people usually get when they think of something stupid yet endearing. That was almost the perfect way to describe his boyfriend, he thought. Stupid yet endearing. Leon fiddled with his phone charms, one of a tomato and the other of said endearing boyfriend. The case they were attached to was purple with his family's crest on it, just above his name. Both the case and charm of his boyfriend were custom-made, though he hadn't been the one to buy the charm.

He checked the time as he arrived at the restaurant, noting that it had only been about five minutes. It definitely wouldn't hurt to wait in the air conditioning for a few minutes… He walked inside, instantly sighing at the temperature drop. The contrast was most welcome, and he adjusted his glasses before stifling a slight yawn. His yawn was cut short when he caught sight of the person at the register. It was Soapy, the previously mentioned boyfriend. Leon suddenly cursed his memory, which decided to run away from him that day. Soapy had clearly told him they would be at work before being able to go over to the Anya household and spend the rest of the day with him. And Leon should have remembered Soapy worked at SouperSoups. He had a moment of panic, because he wasn't wearing his binder, and Soapy was standing right there. His boyfriend was standing right there, and Leon wasn't wearing his binder. He cursed the fact that he couldn't have just been born with male genitals. Maybe he could just stay on his phone the whole time and Soapy wouldn't recognize him…

He wouldn't put it past Soapy to not realize who he was. It wasn't as if he was wearing anything he would normally wear, and his hair was a mess. Not to mention the fact that he was wearing his glasses instead of the usual contacts. Soapy would definitely recognize his phone case if they saw it though… Leon took the case off, thanking the gods that he had pockets to store it in. Soapy didn't notice him until after he had done so, and, being the friendly person they were, decided they wanted to speak with the 'stranger' waiting for 'her' food to be ready.

"Are you the one who ordered the tomato soup?" Leon nodded, eyes glued to his phone. He was trying not to freak out too much. "My boyfriend always orders that when we eat here, hehe. You look just like him y'know." He failed at not freaking out and began texting Camilla.

'Camilla, help.' She probably wouldn't respond due to the fact that she was with Hinoka, but he didn't care.

"Well, I say that but really, I think he's much cuter. That's just my bias though. I wouldn't be dating him if I didn't think that!"

'Camilla, I'm an idiot, your little brother is an idiot.'

"He has a phone charm of me, you know. I-I mean, I'm the one who commissioned it, but…" Soapy pulled their own phone out, showing Leon thei own charm.

'I forgot Soapy works at SouperSoups. Camilla I forgot he works here. Camilla, I'm not wearing my binder I'm freaking out. He doesn't realize who I am but he's showing me the phone charm he has of me. Camilla I'm DYING.'

"I got them for both of us, hehe. His looks like me obviously. I didn't expect him to keep it on his phone but he put it right next to that tomato charm he already had. I'm really glad he did. It makes me feel special." Leon fought back a blush.

'He's just blabbing about us. Does he do this with every random stranger he meets? Gods, how embarrassing…' He felt Soapy looking directly at him. 'Oh no he's staring what if he has a rare moment of proper thinking and realizes it's me? Camilla I'm not ready to come out to him yet, I didn't plan for this! Being trans is so difficult, I want to die. Wait- let me rephrase that, sorry. You know what I mean.'

"You know, he's also always on his phone. I'd recognize his phone case a mile a way considering how often he's on his phone when we're hanging out. I hope he stays off it a little when I go see him later today…" Soapy sounded a little disappointed, and Leon immediately felt guilty.

'Shit, am I really on my phone that often? I'm a terrible boyfriend, aren't I.'

"Oh, I think your food is ready."

Leon looked up and saw someone put the somewhat large container of soup on the counter. It was the person who answered the phone earlier, and she did, in fact, have bright pink hair. She was also kind of short. Leon pulled the ten dollar bill out of his pocket and gave it to his boyfriend without meeting his eyes. He practically ran out of the store after picking up his soup. Somehow, Soapy hadn't recognized him at all. Good gods, his boyfriend was fucking stupid.

Word Count: 1,321

This is a lot shorter than I remember?

If you're wondering who the pink haired girl is, it's an MU belonging to meshiab8 (she doesn't write anything on here but she has an account for like. following things. u no). I like making little cameos for characters idk

Also, a little note from when I was reading over this: I changed the word 'antisocial' to 'asocial' at the beginning of the chapter. I didn't know this before, but they're actually two different things, and I feel that when most people say 'antisocial' they really mean 'asocial'! I don't really trust myself to give a proper explanation, but I recommend looking up the difference between the two!

Part two will be coming next Monday! Stay tuned and please, check out my poll!