König was eerily calm when you told him you had a scheduled fight with your bully. He walked you out, trailing behind you silently as you approached the park.

Your bully menacingly stared at you and then slowly the confidence was devoured by the behemoth of a man König was.

You could hear the huff of amusement from behind you.

The bully had run off as you turned to face König. “See? I wouldn’t let them hurt a hair on your head,” König smiled gently, ruffling your hair.