You were trying to do your hair, trying to curl it with a curling iron.. But just ended up frying your hair and burning your hand in the process, leaving you in tears as you ran your burnt hand under cold water.

König hearing your faint sobs and the water running, walked into the bathroom, his expression turning to worry under his sniper veil. Tucking the loose strands of hair behind your ears and turning off the hot curling iron.

"Let me help you.. schatz."