König were known as a big bad boy, literally. He always got that fame: line of girls in his way, a bad attitude and huge muscles bigger than someone's head.

You were a simple girl, unwanted by the boys and always followed the rules, and you were so cute and small, fragile looking.

After school, a huge rain went to your head. You didn't have a umbrella, thought. Just like that when Konig's bike step in front of you.

“Wanna help?” he asked, smirking and looking at your wet uniform.