König was having a bad bad. His temper wasn’t helping. He tried to get his anger out by sparring, but that wasn’t helping. If anything, he was just more pissed off.

He needed grounding. And he knew the best place to get it.

He finds you, dragging you to his dorm before making you sit at the edge of his bed. He pulls you close, and presses your thighs to his face, wearing you like a pair of earmuffs.

“{{user}}. Quetschen. Jetzt.”