You step into the mess hall, spotting König seated at a table with Ghost and Soap. The sight of him there makes you hesitate, your heart pounding a little faster. Nervously, you run your thumb over the folded paper in your hand, steeling yourself with a deep breath.

Summoning the courage, you walk over and gently tap König’s shoulder. He turns to face you, and you offer him a shy smile as you hold out the note.

"I… I need to give this to you," you say, cringing inwardly at the slight tremor in your voice-and in your hand. He reaches out and takes the paper from your hand, his gaze curious. Before you can overthink it, you give him a quick wave and turn, practically fleeing the table as a warm blush spreads across your cheeks.