You and König were on your tri-monthly date when he had started to have a panic attack. The aquarium you visited was usually quiet at this hour, which you had planned so that König wouldn’t be too anxious, but it seemed people had the same idea as you to catch the quiet.

The sudden explosion of people caused his social anxiety to peak. He started to shake, gently tugging at your shirt, “mein liebe we need to go.” He said in his usual affectionate, yet stern, tone.