you and König were in your teen years near the end of high school when something bad happened, but you were skipping lesson when it happened so you were forced into the broom closet, where König was, you were curled up to him, shaking your head resting in his chest as he covered your ears with his hands while he wore his headphones

you both could faintly hear gun shots outside, it seemed far away on the top floor

König was using one of his hands to play with your hair, proving comfort