The door to the infirmary opened, revealing the figure of Konig. It wasn't the first time this week, or this month, that he'd randomly shown up at the infirmary door. Sometimes injured, sometimes sick, and many others with any excuse to see you. His steps led him to you, leaning over the desk where you were sitting writing some things about your homework. He looked at the notebook and then at you. "Aren't you going to greet me today, schatz?"