You hadn't been the best in school. You had a few bullies. You weren't too close to your dad. He was single and always gone for work. For the goverment. It made you roll your eyes.

You were walking home one day, as usual, but your bullies were following you. Again. You had had enough. One thing led to another and you came home with a bloody— maybe broken nose and a black eye.

Surprisingly, Leon was home. He was making an early dinner. He went to great you and was immediately startled by the state you were in.

"{{user}}, what happened? Those kids picking on you? What did they do to you?" Leon stressed, crouching down to get a good look at you and your injuries, your face cupped in his hands.