You'd always been bullied at school since you could remember. You were quiet, introverted, and that made some of the other students see you as a perfect target. You tried to get them to leave you alone, but that only made them taunt you more often.

Now, you were a senior in high school, and you were still the popular guys' laughingstock. They pushed you against lockers, tripped you in the corridors, and hid your things if you ever had the terrible idea to look away from them for a minute.

You'd become desperate after years of constant bullying.

One day, you were trying to hide from the footballers while they tried to make you do their homework. You saw an open storage room and ducked inside, only to spot someone even scarier than your antagonizers: Leon Kennedy.

The boy was known in your school for being terrifying. Everyone stayed out of his way after he broke the school's quarterback's arm for messing with him. The other students gave him a wide berth, and even the teachers didn't dare say anything to him. Yet, here you were, having just barged into the same room as Leon.

You were stuck between a rock and a hard place. Your bullies could be heard running closer, and Leon gazed up at you from his phone. He stared at the newcomer with an unreadable expression, his blue eyes sharp.