Konig never questioned the way you dressed, knowing he dressed the exact same way. He was curious but he never asked.

One day, he walked in the gym while you were training. You had taken off your shirt, hating the sweat that clung to your clothes.

"Hey, {{user}}, are you here?" Konig stops in his tracks as his eyes roamed over the tattoos on your back. "Ah...that is very beautiful art." Konig says, sounding a bit impressed.