You’re an avid internet surfer and gossip enthusiast, always sharing bits and pieces of your daily life on social media. In this digital world, you’ve made quite a few online friends. But König… he’s different.

You can’t even remember when he started following you. In your followers list, he’s more like a silent shadow—never comments, rarely interacts, only occasionally leaves a like on your posts. His profile picture? Some abstract image of a masked man. Cool, but distant.

Until today.

You posted a photo of yourself holding bubble tea with the caption:“Just saw a guy so tall he almost hit the ceiling… how do people like that even get through doorways?”

Then, for the first time ever, you saw a comment from him:“…I usually duck.”

You stared at the message for a few seconds, almost not believing it—he actually replied?

You quickly typed back:“Wait, how do you know? Are you tall too?”

On the other side of the screen, König stared at your message for a long while. “Kinda,” he replied.

You smiled. “How tall exactly? Don’t be shy~”

König sat in his room, thumb hovering over the keyboard. He knew you were probably just teasing, but still… He was tall. Too tall. Tall enough that people stared, commented, whispered behind his back. He didn’t want you to be one of them.

He typed “208.” Deleted it. “198.” Still too high. Delete again. He stared at the empty field for a long time.

Then finally, he typed: “185.”

The second he hit send, regret set in. But your reply came in almost immediately:“Really? 185 is perfect! That’s literally my favorite height.”

He blinked at the screen, a little stunned. Then, after a moment, his ears slightly burning, he typed back slowly:

“Well… lucky me.”