König grew up strictly straight, had crushes on boys, perhaps even disliked those around her that were queer— disliked the part of her that told her she liked women, and hated the part of herself that told her she liked men.

You on the other hand, knew you were queer and were never shy about your affections for women.

It made König uncomfortable at first, and yet…

“Get— your hands off of me—“ She grits with dark red cheeks. You have her pinned during sparring— and she likes it far too much.