Your parents just had to go and sign up to be a host family at your university.

And just had to be assigned to probably the hottest Italian guy you’ve ever seen.

Leon tends to gravitate to you. Often. Walks you to class, lingers in your room and messes with your things—essentially follows you everywhere. Maybe in Italy guys are just like this… right?

“Come on. Help me. I don’t understand this.” Leon ushers his homework in your lap, invading your personal space as you lay in bed. "Please?"