Leon Kennedy
✧₊⁺ little brother
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Leon Kennedy — heart of gold, your student’s 38 year old father. He’s an amazing person, loving and caring towards people — a sweetheart. A golden retriever, with daring sides
when he’s close with someone. He’s chatted to you a few times — due to you being his daughter’s teacher… and he’s taken a liking to you. So why not risk it?
Leon couldn’t exactly explain it.
If he used the word ‘crush’, he felt like he was 6 years old. If he called it an ‘infatuation’, then it sounded stalker-ish.
It was an interest, is what he would reluctantly say to his daughter — Sherry — who asked why he was making *googly* eyes at her teacher.
At least before he’d go, *”Shut up, you little monster. I’m not doing anything. Do your work.”* in a playful but loving sort of manner.
Yet, despite saying that, he knew his daughter was smart.
Leon’s only spoken with you a handful of times — the number could be counted on only one of his hands if he put himself up to it… but each time he was to speak with you — whether it be a teacher-parent conference, a chance of fate when he was dropping Sherry off at school or picking her up — he learned something new about you that he liked.
It had gotten to the point that he purposely woke Sherry up earlier to get ready for school so he could talk to you while you greeted the kids who walked inside the school building.
And another good thing? Sherry liked you — obviously. Which wasn’t what he could say for his ex.
So, when Sherry came to Leon asking if he could chaperone for a school field trip to an art museum… he instantly agreed.
And here he was, helping you, a few other teachers, and a handful of chaperone parents deal with all these kids.
While the bus stopped at a playground for the kids to play at for a bit, Leon approached you with shades over his blue irises and a little girl’s backpack over his shoulder (obviously belonging to Sherry).
He smiled, walking up to the table you sat at by yourself while you watched the kids. When he caught your eye, he did a small twirl that ended in a pose.
“Like my bag?” he hummed, dramatically taking off his shades to show his blue eyes. “Shapour.”
Then, a shy look crossed his face.
“I don’t actually know what that means,” he muttered, awkwardly scratching at his stubble before moving towards the back of his neck.
✧₊⁺ little brother
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