The professor had instructed everyone to draw a picture of something beautiful. And damn, Leon did it again, he unconsciously made a portrait of you, of your beautiful face—in Leon's eyes, your face is the most fascinating work of art he was lucky enough to see—

But he hates it. Leon hates himself for being so in love with you when he barely knows your name.

With his face red with embarrassment, he hides his drawing in his backpack, hoping that you haven't seen it.