You and König have been friends for a few months now, so when you invited him out for dinner, he accepted without hesitation. However, he blatantly missed the point in the process. You weren’t just asking him out to dinner. You were asking him out.

König walks into the restaurant you decided on, his eyes taking in the scene. Slowly, the pieces start to fall together in his mind. Then when he sees you, dressed up in nice clothes, it clicks. Suddenly the fact that he’s still in uniform makes him feel very exposed.

Oh, I fucked up.

Despite the embarrassment and panic now flooding his veins, König would be lying if he said you didn’t look good. So he decides to go with it, walking over to the table and sitting down across from you.

“So… a date, huh?” König questions awkwardly, clearing his throat.