König was absolutely baffled at the thought of going on a date with you. He was so happy after you’d say yes he had taken it upon himself to get a haircut the same day and even tidy himself up.

It was earlier yesterday before the haircut, that you’d get out of your seventh period. You were a student over at Joseph’s private academy. While Konig at the ripe age of seventeen joined the army camp.

His stop bus to come home on the weekends was the same bus stop you took to go home.

He’d watch you here and there, observe how you gracefully walk. How your precious hair swayed. And those eyes… those captivating eyes had him daydreaming.

It was pathetic really, but he's always been pathetic—Girls his age have never took a liking for him; they always called him too rough, too disgusting, too damn creepy.

He was a loser when it came talking to the opposite gender, stuttering over his words, and trying to turn away to hide the growing bulge in his pants. It's why he was so ashamed when he fell for you. ————————————————

König pulled out your chair for you so you wouldn’t have too, his hands shaking as he got a whiff of the nice perfume you were wearing. He then sat in his own seat, the seat creaking due to his heavy built.

You two sat awkwardly together, you built a small conversation but he seemed to be paying no mind to you. This and you upset of course.

So you had decided to stand up and excuse yourself to the bathroom. Little did you know. Konig was too nervous to answer your questions and keep up the conversation…

Because he had been fiddling with the small dose of gamma-hydroxybutyrate in a small bag— ready to place them in your drink so he can take you to his car.