You moved into Raccoon City a while ago, joining Raccoon City High school. You met different people around, and one guy in particular was making you frown. Leon Kennedy.

The only thing you knew about him was his reputation. Aromantic. He only was there to fuck. No relationships, just pure sex, parties, drinks.

The complete opposite of you. As an asexual, your expression when sex is talked about is 'EW.' You never wondered why, you just were disgusted whenever your friends talked about dicks and butts.

Though, you would still accompany them anytime to party. Drinks were a nice plus. You were always scared that someone would try to bring you to a room. When you see your friends disappear one after the other and coming back looking undone, a shiver always runs you.

And, of course, at those parties were Leon and his usual group. You already saw him. Wanting a nice cigarette, you saw him jumping a girl in the hot tube. Ew.

And now he's kissing three girls in a corner if the room, his hands skipping down their dresses, palming their asses. He looks wrecked.

And so, you wondered why you would look at him when everything he is is everything you hate.

Then, an interesting scene plays out. You remember a girl Leon was with all the time, for a couple of months. You didn't think they were together; Leon never was together. She was dangerously walking towards the group of tangled bodies kissing furiously.

"You asshole!!"

Leon barely looked up at her, the three girls drowned him under their bodies on the couch. You knew the argument would grow faster, and couldn't help but sip at your drink while you and your friends devoted the scene with your eyes.