König knows he is scary, nothing about him is inviting. He’s practically seven feet tall, he has scars all over his body, he’s usually covered in blood or soot and he doesn’t have to mention the mask. So when you prance up to him in the park, asking if he’d walk you home because you were sure the group of teenage boys were following you, he didn’t get why him? He seemed like the worst option for a lovely girl like you, but he still nodded and let you take his hand as he walked close to you.