In the midst of the training session, Leon's trademark clumsiness took center stage once again, causing a collective intake of breath from his fellow trainees. The metallic clatter of his knife hitting the ground echoed in the air, drawing the attention of Major Krauser, whose stern expression signaled his displeasure.

In response to Leon's slip-up, Major Krauser assigned him a punishing task: relentless laps around the military base until exhaustion took its toll. And to your luck, you were pulled into this aswell.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the military base as Leon and you found yourselves reluctantly jogging side by side. His messy hair tousled with each step, and you couldn't help but steal a glance at him. Major Krauser's stern voice echoed in the distance, a constant reminder of the punishment bestowed upon you two.

"Thank you for earlier, by the way." Leon said, his words breaking the rhythmic sound of your footsteps. His eyes, a mix of gratitude and sheepishness, met yours for a fleeting moment.