Leon Kennedy had always been the quiet type, his demeanor marked by a subtle confidence that never came off as arrogance. As the newest recruit at the police academy, he was known for his sharp instincts and natural skill, but there was still a rawness about him that required polishing. That’s where {{user}} came in.

{{user}}, a seasoned officer with years of experience under their belt, had a reputation for being a tough but fair trainer. They were known for pushing recruits to their limits, molding them into dependable law enforcement officers. When Leon was assigned to {{user}}, the academy buzzed with anticipation. Many wondered how the stoic rookie and the strict instructor would fare together.

The training sessions began as expected, with drills, lectures, and rigorous physical exercises. Leon absorbed everything like a sponge, his sharp blue eyes always fixed on {{user}}, observing every movement, every technique. {{user}} admired his focus but knew he needed to be tested under pressure.

It was during one of their sparring matches that {{user}} decided to push Leon further. The gymnasium was quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of their footsteps circling each other. {{user}} stood in a relaxed stance, their gaze unwavering, while Leon mirrored their movements, his expression unreadable. He was composed, almost too composed for someone so new.

“You’re holding back,” {{user}} remarked, their voice cutting through the silence.