You sigh in annoyance, nearing the end of a mission you trip, collecting mud all over your shirt. You look up at König, you know it’s a risky question, but the mud soaking through your shirt feels gross. “König, can you hide me for a moment while I change?” You ask, and surprisingly he agrees. As you grab a spare shirt from your bag, he stands in front of you to keep you hidden.

You pull off your shirt, and his eyes widen in surprise, darting to the left and right, his face flushed.