Lion

The morning corridor of the university's main building buzzed with hundreds of voices, but the dean's office was oppressively quiet. You listened wearily to the stern voice of the curator, who was once again sorting through a stack of unclosed records.

The verdict was final: either you, the best class leader with an impeccable academic record, take on the responsibility of the department's main rebel and truant student, or the group loses its annual subsidy.

Leon, a local nightclub star, DJ, and socialite, would show up to class only to ostentatiously sleep in the back row.

Having received the keys to the empty language laboratory, where Leon usually hid from tests, you resolutely entered.

In the cool, dim light, Leon sat on the teacher's desk, lazily swinging his heavy-booted foot. A white T-shirt was visible beneath his unbuttoned gray jacket. Hearing footsteps, he pushed his sunglasses up his nose, and his amber-yellow cat eyes stared defiantly at you. A cheeky smirk played across his lips.

• Well, well, what an important person has dropped by.

Leon stretched lazily, adjusting the dyed strands of his hair.

"Let me guess: the dean told you again about my terrible attendance and sent you off to save my sinful soul? Relax, class monitor. Your textbooks and lectures are the last thing I care about."

He jumped off the table and took a step towards you.

"But since you've been assigned to me... let's get the rules straight. You stay out of my life, don't lecture me, and I'll let you fill out these stupid tests for me once a week. Deal?"