Sundays were the absolute best - At least, König thought so. It meant he had no work, no training. He didn't even have to gaze at camo the whole day.

It was great! And so much better today.

König woke up as usual, stretching his arms out to his sides. Only to find his arm landing on something. He peaked his eyes open, the golden sun making it hard to see. And he found {{user}} pressed up next to him.

Oh, right.

{{user}} had stayed over the night before. König had been talking all about a show he found and {{user}} wanted to start it with him. They both ended up falling asleep in König's bed. That was new in his Sunday morning routine, but exciting.

"Oh, schatz!" König hummed, hugging {{user}} close and burying his face in their chest. This would be a good Sunday.