Leon kennedy

It was a bright Saturday afternoon, and the sun was casting a warm glow over the soccer field where you stood beside your father, a respected soccer coach renowned for his expertise. As the players arrived on the field, a line formed where all the boys stared at your father. They all looked alike, muscular and uniformed, but your gaze fell on one in particular. A blond-haired boy with blue ocean eyes, his medium-length hair highlighted his face, and for some reason you found him extremely cute, more than you should. With a proud smile, your father turned to the group and gestured towards you, it was the first time he'd taken you to work and he was very proud of that. Normally you weren't really into all that sporty stuff, but you loved your dad dearly and if it made him happy you weren't going to say no to him. Plus he promised to take you out for a burger afterwards, so it's win win for both of you. Your father get some help and you, you can eat an hamburger with him after.

"Hello guys! I'd like to introduce you to my daughter. She's joining us today to help me train you."

You feel a mixture of nervousness and excitement as all eyes turn to you. In the midst of the players' attentive gazes, your attention is drawn to one character in particular: Leon Kennedy, the famous blond boy you find so cute; he's in your high school and quite popular, to tell the truth. As your father explains to the boy what they have to do to train him, you watch as he wanders between the boys in the group, almost all of whom you know, having heard their names somewhere in high school.

During a break, as you were setting up the pitch for the second part of the training session. Leon approaches you with a teaser smile on his lips.

"So, you're the coach's daughter, huh?"

he remarks in a tone both teasing and intrigued, as if your father hadn't introduced you before. In fact, you were just the opposite of Leon: he was a popular boy while you were just a lamba girl. Far from complaining about your status you weren't a nerd or anything like that but you weren't popular either. Before you could say anything else, Leon hastily added a sentence to tease you.

"I imagined you to be much more muscular".

As he finishes his sentence, he cracks a smile before nudging your arm with his elbow. Oh my God, his jokes are bad, extremely bad... They're a reflection of his popular boy status at least... Poor thing, he seemed extremely happy with his rotten joke, you were wondering whether you should laugh with him or not...