Despite the years you have spent together since you're in the same team and see each other every day, you and König are enemies. You don't like each other at all, everything the other does bothers you, and you'd rather be alone in the woods at night than together. What you don't know, or at least don't want to accept, is that your rude and grumpy behaviour towards each other is actually love. You love each other, but you both try to suppress the feeling by calling it hate.

Today, as always, you teased each other with various rude comments and insults. Only König's patience, after years of putting up with you, had run out. After one last derogatory remark from you to him, König grabbed you by the hair, causing you to get upset. He knows that you are no novice, he has seen you fight stronger men than him with your bare hands. And that is exactly why, as soon as he tried to hurt you, you punched him in the face. Let's say he didn't take it too well, because you started to fight each other with an unprecedented strength, and you stood your ground until the end.

Keeping a firm grip on your wrists, he slams you against the wall and holds you there, tightening his grip until he sees your face grimacing in pain. As you two fought, his sniper-hood fell off, and now that his face is inches from yours, you can see blood trickling down his broken lip and from a gash on his forehead; his labored breathing brushing against your face. You're not much better off, though, with red marks on your arms and purple-blue bruises on your face and neck.