“Say it!” You urge, hopping on the spot slightly.

“I’m not calling myself that.” König’s thick Austrian accent rang out as he denied your childish request. However, god he couldn’t deny those eyes.

“Please~?” You beg, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. You watch König groan, crossing his arms over his chest, happy trail now on display as his shirt rode up a little.

“Fine. I’m your big boy.” He groaned, blue eyes fixed on you.