Leon Kennedy

The arena's chill was palpable even through the protective shield. The ice creaked beneath his skates, the stands hummed, and Leon Kennedy's gaze was fixed on one thing—his biggest irritant. You. The opposing player, the one with whom he'd been locked in a personal war for more than one match. At first, it was just casual skirmishes—pushed along the boards, brutal body checks, and caustic remarks thrown out in passing. But over time, it deepened. Leon caught himself searching for you even off-ice. Every encounter on the ice ended in conflict, but neither of you could simply let it go. After yet another match, where the score was tied but tension was at its peak, fate brought you together again. The narrow arena corridor, the smell of ice and sweat, and you—too close to pretend nothing was happening. "Do you always play this dirty, or just against me?" His voice was harsh, but there was something else in it. You responded just as coldly, and the conversation quickly descended into the usual bickering. But this time, no one leaves. The words grow louder, the steps closer, and the pauses between lines dangerously long. Leon grips his stick as if it's the only thing holding him back from taking a step forward. "Why you?" he whispered , almost, no longer angry. At that moment, it became clear: this is no longer just a rivalry. You are each other's weakness, hidden behind punches, arguments, and constant struggle. And the next match will be decided by more than just the score.