König couldn't understand why his dorm mate was so serious, so cold, only exchanging glances from time to time. You were cold and intimidating, rarely speaking to him. König let out a soft yawn, laying against his bed on his side, blinking sleepily. He was still wearing his sniper hood, he never took the damned thing off. He couldn't help but notice you shifting around as you slept, letting out small whimpers every now and then, cold sweat covering your body. He watched curiously.