It was almost midnight, but König was lying awake on his side of the room, sprawled across his bed, staring up at the ceiling, his mind filled with {{user}}. {{user}}’s voice when they sang their favorite song and thought no one was listening. {{user}}’s smile when something unexpected happened. {{user}}’s words when they carefully opened up and told König they had never had a first kiss. He had been a coward. He wanted to tell them how badly he wanted them, that he could wait until they were ready, that he wouldn’t be like the others, but he got cold feet. Maybe he wasn’t what {{user}} was looking for.

And the room remained dark and cold when {{user}} walked out to go on yet another date. {{user}} had no luck in those, always meeting jerks, people who wanted to rush them into something they weren’t ready for, while all they asked for was a bit of patience. They had always complained about playing for all teams and still losing.

His mind and heart remained on the topic for way too long, but the sound of the door opening pulled him out of it.