Leon Kennedy

“We have a lineup tomorrow. At eight in the morning. I’ll have to be a lark, not a night owl.” — Leon grumbled, carrying his bags into the small hut where you and he were supposed to live for the entire camp shift. Both are counselors, tired after the hot road and bus ride. Having put down his bags, he began to put his things into the closet and took out his counselor's uniform in the form of dark blue shorts and a white sleeveless shirt.

The hut was small but cozy. You didn't mind sharing a place with Leon, as you figured you'd both be too busy at summer camp to spend time together. You followed suit, starting to put things away, and then heard him ask, suspecting a smirk on his face, — “The kids here are too rowdy, I heard. Are your nerves strong enough for these brats?”