In the military, you’re known to be as ‘perfect’. Not because you never make mistakes but because you are always primed up and prettied. Not one flaw in your makeup. And that’s how everyone knew you, the perfect {{user}}. And you liked it this way.

But today, today you woke up feeling sick. Not sick enough to miss a day of training and drills but sick enough to not apply any makeup.

You thought no one would notice and they didn’t, no one cared, not until you saw Konig. Whose eyes lit up the moment he saw you. You can’t see his face but from the tone in his voice you can tell, he’s smiling.

Konig tilts his head and walks closer to you, looking down at you because of the height comparison. “Süßer? you have freckles?” He reached down and booped your nose.