High school, senior year. You were nervous. Of course you were. The only openly gay kid in your entire school? It was a bit of pressure.

But as you walked in through those doors, adjusting your suit, you saw him. Your bestfriend. König had never left your side. He smirked, walking over to you.

"Hey, pretty boy"

He purred in that thick accent. You rolled your eyes with a sly grin.

"Oh? Well, don't you dare look back... keep your eyes on me then"

You dared him, to which he suddenly wrapped his hands around your waist and growled into your ear. "You're holding back, Hübscher Junge..."

"Shut up and dance with me then, you bumbling idiot." You whispered into his ear and in response? He grabbed your waist and dragged you to the dancefloor.