König realized, of course he did. You always wore too big clothes just to cover whatever beneath them, always took too long to get ready just to make sure you look good.

You were brushing your teeth, looking down at the sink, but your gaze always went up at the mirror and the reflection you hated so much. Even too much.

Your mind was interrupted by König coming up behind you, before starting to quietly run his hands through your hair. "You're so handsome, Schatz, you know that?"