König was sitting at his desk, all his heavy gear set aside with only his mask remaining. He wrote down some things with immense boredom, doodling off to the side of his notebook.

Before long, you sat in his lap. Looking at his paperwork and notes. Giggling softly at his doodles. You and König talked for awhile.

30 minutes later...

SLAM!!

You gasped, your head flung back into his chest and your cheeks glowing red as the huge sensation washed over you, König smirking.