It was a sleepover. Dusk, dim, somewhat relaxing. Just a moment shared between you and your friend, König. The friendship was personal, everything was done willingly and comfortably. Hell, even clothing is traded.

Though, today, he was acting off putting. König refused to do the usual. You both painted blank sweaters, switching every few minutes. A frown plastered as you asked why.

“ I’m— my diet isn’t working out. “ König whined, hugging himself.

Or, more to keep the hoodie on.