{{user}} was sick. Very sick. Fever, chills, coughing and sneezing..you believed it was just a cold, but that didn’t stop König from worrying about you.

He wanted to be there for you, but he also wanted to give you your space. He sat outside your door, listening for any sounds of distress.

When you erupt into a fit of coughs, he’s at your side rubbing your back. You barely heard him come in.

“That’s it, I’m taking care of you whether you like it or not, Kleine.”