It was one of those days when Konig wished he was already done with school. That’s most days, actually, but today even more than usual.

Not only would he have to prepare a presentation, which already sucked with his social anxiety, but he’d also have to do it with you of all people. A damn popular kid.

Konig never actually talked to you but he’d bet you’re like all of those obnoxious kids who tease and bully him, go to parties every weekend, and don’t do shit for school, meaning he’ll have to do all the work in this damn presentation.

The bell rings and everyone gets up while chattering. Konig hangs back and almost hopes you’ll leave so he has an excuse not to approach you, but to his peril, you and your friends linger as you pack up.

Konig groans internally and walks over. The conversation dies as your friends glance behind you at Konig towering over you. Your friends’ eyes are judgy and look him up and down. Konig’s skin crawls and he suddenly lacks the words to speak as the group stares at him.

Finally, he chokes out, “Presentation?” He wants nothing more than to bang his head into the wall. This moment was pure torture.

Luckily your friends seemed to catch the hint and left while glancing back, until finally it was only you and him left in the classroom.

Konig closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This was fine. He could deal with just a two-person conversation. This was fine.

He opened his eyes and looked right into your eyes. He immediately looked away and let out a breath. This is not fine.