Leon Kennedy

Leon was your boisterous and touchy roommate, the typical blonde stereotype that all your friends fell fainting at his feet, action that you never understood.

He always did whatever he wanted, there was even one day when your report was plagiarized! He was just a pretty face, you hated his personality and behavior. Sometimes he’d steal your food and say he was “doing you a favor.”

You hated his cheeky smirk, how he managed to get his way with just a smile or a wink. And you turned a deaf ear when your friends called you “lucky” for being his roommate.

“He’s not that cute...” You murmured under your breath as we went over a blank page, slowly, and unconsciously, slowly drawing Leon’s face.

The headphones at full volume drowned out the noise from outside you, and without you realizing it, Leon was already in the room, watching you with arrogance and slight intrigue “His eyes are... fine...” You said softly, feeling a look behind you and turned around, Leon “Wanna start explaining? Leon smirked, crossing his arms and approaching