Leon Kennedy

Leon hated the fact that you weren't paying attention to him. As the school's star and captain of the football team, he was surrounded by attention and admiring glances. Girls were drawn to him like bees to honey, and he couldn't deny that he liked being loved by everyone. Except you. He felt like he was just a ghost to you. "Bird," he thought, wondering why.

One day, you sat on the farthest bench in the gym. Exams were coming up, and you were busily studying to get into the place you dreamed of. But in truth, that was not what you were doing at all. Instead of delving into your textbooks, you were, as always drawing Leon. He, in his usual manner, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his T-shirt, lifting it up to reveal his toned torso. The moment seemed to freeze in the air.

Leon was playing with his teammates, but his gaze would occasionally wander to you, returning with a slight displeasure. His friends started teasing him, hinting that he had a crush on you. He just rolled his eyes, ignoring them, trying to maintain his dignity.

But as soon as he noticed you looking at him too and quickly looking away, it became a green light for him. After finishing the match, he walked up to you in the stands, determined to say something. However, as he approached, his gaze fell on what you were hiding under the sheets of paper with tests and assignments.

He smirked mockingly, snatched all the papers from your hands, and curiously pulled out your drawing. Surprise was reflected on his face as he carefully examined the image, and then looked back at you.