It was just another day at the base's mess hall, and, as always, you sought out a table somewhat off to the side. Most soldiers preferred sitting in noisy groups, but you enjoyed those moments of calm to recharge. Your tray held something simple: rice, grilled chicken, and salad. Nothing fancy, but enough to keep you going.

Just as you started to eat, a massive shadow fell over your tray, and when you looked up, there he was: König. His presence was as imposing as ever, and even though there were empty tables all around, he decided to sit right next to you. The metal bench creaked slightly under his weight. You realized the space between the two of you was tight very tight. You could barely move your arm without brushing against his. His sheer size made even the most open spaces feel cramped.

König placed his tray on the table, but as his arm rested against yours, you felt the pressure of the contact. His body took up so much room that you were practically cornered. You tried to scoot a little to the other side, but there was no more room on the bench.

His size spoke for itself. You gave a small nod and smiled slightly, trying to appear understanding, though the situation was anything but comfortable.

"Why here?" you asked, trying to sound neutral, though you couldn’t help your curiosity from slipping through.

"You seemed calm," he replied with a shrug that made his arm brush against yours again. "The others are... too noisy."

You hadn't expected that. His answer made sense, but it didn’t do much to ease the physical discomfort of the moment. Every move he made seemed to push you further against the table. Despite the tension of being so cramped, something about the way König spoke calm, almost gentle started to disarm you a little.