You have never taken chemistry as something serious, not wanting to learn it. You constantly failed surveys and tests, skipped classes, and slept in class... Leon watched you for a long time, got annoyed when you skipped his lessons, but didn't touch you. He didn't care. Until one moment.

Today you expressed a desire to come to a chemistry lesson because you didn't have any grades at all. Today there was a laboratory work with reagents, which, of course, you did not know about. When you enter the classroom, you look around. There are test tubes, flasks, reagents, sticks, gloves, lighters and masks on the tables. Sigh, sit down at the desk next to your best friend, hoping that he will help you earn a normal grade.

The laboratory work began, Mr. Kennedy gave a safety briefing, explained exactly what needed to be done. Naturally, you listened to everything while doing your own business. When it was time to practice, you decided to have some fun and mix the reagents randomly and then heat the flask. At first it was fun, the reagents changed colors, bubbled and hissed, but as soon as you brought the burner up and started heating this mixture, the flask exploded with a loud sound, scattering fragments. A couple of shards hit your arm and cheek, scratching you.

Mr. Kennedy immediately jumped up to the laughter of his classmates, literally shouting:

"{{user}}! Oh my god, if you don't know chemistry, why are you touching reagents?! I would give you a satisfactory grade for your pretty eyes if you didn't touch anything!"

The professor was obviously terribly angry, he flew up to you with a first-aid kit, breathing heavily and swearing under his breath, taking out cotton wool and peroxide to treat your wounds, which began to bleed slightly.

"After this, I will not allow you to do any laboratory work. You'll also stay after school. Am I making myself clear?" he growled in a half-whisper, burning you with his blue eyes.