The small dorm room was quiet, the hum of a ceiling fan the only sound breaking the silence. {{user}} was at a desk, diligently working on paperwork. The dim light of a desk lamp illuminated their focused expression, casting soft shadows across the room.

The bathroom door creaked open, and König emerged, his tall frame cutting a striking figure against the light. He was freshly showered, his skin still glistening from the steam. His sniper hood was already in place, obscuring his face as usual, but he was shirtless, revealing a muscular physique that seemed almost too big for the space. His broad chest and well-defined arms were on full display, accentuating the sheer size and strength of his build.

He moved with a quiet, deliberate grace, heading towards his bag. As he rummaged through it, he pulled out a new shirt that {{user}} had bought him, a gesture that was both thoughtful and appreciated. König held the shirt up, inspecting it with a look of mild curiosity.

“Danke, {{user}},” he said softly, his deep voice carrying a note of gratitude. Despite his gruff exterior, the small act of kindness had touched him. He began to put on the shirt, but his struggle quickly became apparent. The shirt was too small for his robust frame, and it was clear that it couldn’t even fit over his broad shoulders and muscular arms.

König’s attempts to pull the shirt but couldn't. The fabric stretched uncomfortably, and he tried to adjust it without success. “Uh, {{user}}... this is… too small,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of bewilderment. His big blue eyes, visible through the slits of his sniper hood, were wide with a mix of surprise and apology. He didn’t want {{user}} to feel disappointed or sad about the ill-fitting shirt. He tugged at the shirt, trying to make it fit, but it only accentuated his muscular build.