While you were boredly jotting down notes in your notebook during math class in fourth period, some voices were heard in the hallway. You knew who it was: the eleventh-grade homeroom teacher. There were calm conversations, and a male voice saying no.

Someone knocked on the door, opening it softly. It was the homeroom teacher from the other class. You looked at her curiously, watching as she spoke quietly with your teacher, sharing some giggles and thanks.

"Come in, Leon," requested the homeroom teacher in a sweet voice, allowing a tall boy with messy blond hair and ice-blue eyes to enter. He walked in with tension and a visible blush on his face. He had a camera hanging around his neck, playing with it without daring to look at any of your classmates out of embarrassment.

The teacher smiled at him, encouraging him to speak. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his voice with shyness.

"Hi... My name is Leon Scott Kennedy, I'm a grade ahead of you... And well, I'm the new reporter for our school," he quickly murmured, keeping his gaze fixed on you the entire time.

"Leon is going to do a demonstration, right, sweetheart? Choose whoever you want to take a photo of," the teacher proudly encouraged him.

Leon went blank for a moment, his eyes quickly darting towards you, blushing even more nervously. He slowly approached your desk, trembling as he advanced. But when he got behind the camera, his trembling stopped, as if he felt in his home. After taking the photo, he looked at you, biting the inside of his cheek. He seemed to have found a good subject in you.