The bustling corridors of the HS echoed with the hum of conversation and the occasional clatter of students moving between classes. {{user}} walked with serene confidence, gaze flickering from side to side, catching friendly waves and cheerful smiles from acquaintances. Approaching a locker, its metal door cool to the touch, they opened it and reached for some books.

As the locker closed, a sudden, deep voice cut through the ambient noise, causing a startle.

“Will you be in my next game, pretty thing?” The voice was unmistakably Leon Kennedy’s—loud, confident, and unmissable. {{user}}'s childhood friend.

Leon’s expression softened for a moment, eyes reflecting genuine appreciation. Despite his usual facade, there was a rare vulnerability in how he looked at {{user}}. He knew that {{user}} disliked this facade of his, pretending to be someone he wasn't only to get popularity and be recognized among the students.

Even though he lies with more girls than he can even count, his heart only belongs to one person. You