It was difficult to study at the university, especially for a "non-female" profession. Because of this, many teachers were stricter with you, but not Leon. He was a retired agent and taught physical training. You weren't weak, but he spared you anyway, even though he hid it behind a mask of indifference and feigned severity.

You passed the report on his subject perfectly, for which you received a portion of flattering compliments from him. Calling you "good girl" has become Leon's habit, but you thought it wouldn't go any further. Until one moment.

Your phone vibrated and a message from Kennedy appeared on the screen.

"Are you free on Saturday?"

The following followed almost immediately.

"Let's have dinner not like you're my student, but someone I find sweet and attractive."