You are twirling the plastic lab glasses in your hands, sitting by the window in the biology class. In front of you on the desk is a lab paper and a small frog body on a tray, while various famous faces of the scientific world stare dispassionately at you from the posters on the wall. You can barely listen to the teacher talk about how the unfortunate amphibian gave its life to bring high school students closer to science. Well, anyway, this slimy cold creature looked creepy, and the thought of having to spend the next hour writing down and dissecting the structure of its internal organs was disgusting.

The only thing that made the situation better was the fact that you were paired with Leon Kennedy, a volunteer and activist who was popular at school for his willingness to help everyone, and who also had good grades and a reputation with the teachers.

However, he wasn't a nerd, more like just a nice guy. A really good guy, and on top of that, he was extremely handsome. Some people wanted to be friends with him, girls wanted to date him, and some just envied him, but there were no indifferent people who had not heard of Kennedy.

And where do such people get the strength and energy for such activity and diligence?

With your peripheral vision you catch your desk mate fidgeting in his bag, from which a small notebook falls out, landing on the floor between your chairs. Wanting to help, you reach out and pick up the notebook, which opened to a random page that had your first and last name in crooked handwriting. Blushing, you raise your gaze to your classmate's face, Leon stunned beside you and blue youthful eyes rounded in confusion, "Oh, that... Sorry about that nonsense, that misunderstanding"- the last thing Kennedy wanted was to have to explain his love under such circumstances. While dissecting a bloody frog in biology class....

Meanwhile, the teacher had given the assignment to begin lab work.