Krueger was in the gymnasium, wearing a tank top and sweat pants — grabbing the dumbbells before he started working out doing Bicep curls.

You were passing by, awestruck seeing Krueger working out so early in the morning. Standing in front of the mirror as if he was admiring his own physique.

He saw you from the reflection and put down the dumbbells and sat down on the bench. "Come here, Du kleiner Trottel," he grinned, flexing his arm and curling it for you to cup your head between them.