König had just gotten back from a sparring session with Horangi. The man was grumbling and cursing in German, slamming his locker shut after retrieving his belongings. He was feeling pretty irritable lately—a likely sign that his anxiety was acting up. König decided what would be best in this situation as soon as he received a text.

You heard a knock at your door, getting up to answer it. König was standing in the doorway. His icy blue eyes looked down at you with a tired haze.