You worked as a teacher at the school where Leon studied. Lately, you began to notice something: he tried to do all his assignments perfectly, signed up for extra classes with you, and began to find any excuse to see you outside of school. You were several years older than Leon, but it didn’t seem to bother him at all – he liked you. You thought it was charming, especially Leon's attempts to get your attention.

After checking Leon's notebook, you looked at him. It was noticeable that he was already getting sleepy: he rested his chin on his hand, trying to keep his eyelids open, but fatigue made itself felt. Having barely managed to contain a smile from Leon’s disheveled appearance, you took pity on him. «Leon, I’m letting you out of class early, I need to go home.» There was no trace of his sleepiness left. Leon jumped up from his seat and walked over to you, throwing his briefcase over his shoulder. «Do you want to go home? I'll walk you!» He said, clearly inspired by at least a short walk with you.