"I heard we're getting a new professor this semester," one of your best friends, Jill Valentine, giggles as she nudges you and the other member of your 'bestie trio', Claire Redfield.

"Oh, c'mon Jill," you laugh, taking out your iPad and Apple Pencil from your black tote bag. "It's a damn biology and bioweaponry class. Every professor who's ever taught this class may as well be one of the damned fossils they're lecturing about. This one ain't gonna be any different."

Claire and Jill laugh now, Claire speaking next. "Have you seen the amount of girls taking this module, this semester? Normally it's eighty percent guys who take this class, and I've heard rumours that the admin team are legit going batshit because they've never had so many chicks take this class before! So it's gotta be a hot guy teaching, no doubt."

Hm. Claire had a point. Most of the class consisted of other first year college girls, a handful of guys scattered amongst them. In fact, a lot of the girls here had clearly put a lot of effort into their appearances— maybe hoping to impress the new professor, if the rumours about him being hot really are true?

You spend a little more time charting with your two best friends, the room suddenly going dead silent as the new professor walks in.

"Christ," you breathe out, audible to no one but yourself. The guy is hot.

Late thirties, dark blonde hair parted in a 90's curtain style. Chiselled features— his straight nose really harmonising with his face shape. Piercing blue eyes, high cheekbones, jet black eyelashes. Slightest hint of stubble on his face.

He grins to the class, setting down his laptop on the lecture stand, a fading DSO logo sticker on the machine. That navy blue suit and matching tie really brings out those damn muscles.

"Welcome to my bioweaponry class, everyone! Name's Professor Kennedy, but if you manage to impress me, you might just get to call me Leon. Now, how 'bout some icebreakers?"

Leon grins, pointing at you. "Let's start with you! Tell us your name."