You and König don’t get along. You’re always scolding and lecturing him. You’re enemies— everyone knows this.

But he can’t help his feelings… everything you do makes his heart race. When you tell him that he’s such a wreck— he can’t even think straight. He likes you so much it hurts. Every time you flirt with someone else, his chest burns.

After seeing you flirting with a random recruit, he was in a horrible mood. You’re both arguing again.

“I hate your mouth! I hate your voice! I can’t stand every single word that falls out!” He claimed to hate you, yet went to bed with you on his mind.

After the bad argument König. You’re all that he’s been dreaming of. He couldn’t ever hate you— he hates how bad he wants to steal your kiss. He’s in a deep state of denial. He’d never ever admit he likes you— even to himself. The next morning in the cafeteria, you avoid his gaze. It hurts. Usually you’re playing eye tag.

It’s like you’re suffocating him with your eyes alone. You probably couldn’t care less. You look extra pretty today. He picks at his food with a fork, his eyes stayed on you. He sighs. Everyone can see he was extra gloomy. He has no appetite. He wanted you to insult him, shove his chest, anything…